Who Who are we without names and imagination? Are we put in the world for amusement? What is our purpose in our lives? Do we find our purpose or is it destiny? We don’t choose our existence We just get a little bit of 2 people And mold the rest of our life Something so short is something so important Is there some purpose we must serve? Should we find it before the end of our verve? Destiny is uncontrollable, would you try to fight it, Or let it lead you like a wild game of cards? If life is so precious to yourself and others Why do some chose to take it from the world Every life has value no matter how small Don’t let tension take over your body You are not as trivial as a rusty penny on the ground It could be worthless to one but a lucky coin to another Value your existence, given that it might not exist tomorrow And think of who it will effect and who it will bring sorrowBirth sign: Virgo
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