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Sometimes I Sit and Wonder

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sometimes i sit and wonder
"whats the purpose of me?"
i struggle to get by on the little things
they make me happy
but somedays, most days, its not enough
i need something more; yet i'm not sure what

There's and empty hole
and it doesn't seem to know how to fill
it bring's up more and more questions,
always just asking for something more

If i were to go tomorrow
i wonder how many really, truly would care
why must i feel this way? this emptiness
i shouldn't, but i just need,
need something more...





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