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Treason - A poem about purpose

Purpose and the meaning of life
we're all looking
surrounded by our fears and our dreams
overlooking
the time we've left behind 
and our lost hopes
our young innocent selves
now our life blows!

Everything falling apart
and they're laughing
we're dying - can not breathe -
we are coughing
trying to hold on
for what reason?
If we betray ourselves
is it treason?

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