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Purpose (a poem)

Learning how to create priorities
Cuz love isn’t easy
You call it love
I call it blasphemy

Its just a show
In a maze
Grab a hold of the one near you
And you won’t be lost

Who is near you?
Find that out
But i am alone
And this maze is my house

I miss my father
And that old brightful life
And now i don’t know anything
Can you tell me what’s right?

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An ordinary, seventeen year old, Pakistani student, studying in college. Loves writing about things that matters to her, poetries and book reviews.

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