Purpose

I wrote this in five minutes and I am not expecting it to rock your poetic juices. However, these are truly poetic emotional feelings, people!! Emotional feelings that have rocked me to the core as I read over them with you and with a great deal of hope, rock you to your very foundation.

This isn't to be taken with a grain of salt.



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**Now that I have gotten my Ego out of the way, please indulge me as you read through this highly over cliched peace of shit any twenty two year old might be feeling out there somewhere**.

And thus,
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Why do I feel this way?
The looks of others,
what are they really thinking?
Am I good enough?

I thought I had it figured out,
but I was wrong. How do
I get back to where I was?

I am a powerful person.
No one person has
power over me. I make
my own decisions and
blaze my own trail.

My creative fire
needs replenishing.
I thought it was a fire
that would never die.

I look at others and they
seem to have it all figured out.
What's the secret? What
are they hiding?

Oh, the joys of discovering
your purpose in life. I thought
it was an easy decision, but
it is not.

Am I much too young and
ill experienced to understand
what any of this might possibly
mean?

Fuck that, I know what I
want to and am dead set
on doing it, but I find myself
constantly surrounded by
objects and people that
are holding me back.

But these hurdles are
exactly what I need in order
to accomplish what I want in life.

What's the secret?

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Now I must bid you adieu as I
must get back to my film directing/screenwriting
homework.

Oh, thank you, sir. The foreward is just as emotional as this cliched piece of shit.