My mind is a hurricane of all the wrong thoughts. Talking about it to my friends only helps momentarily. Hours later I still find myself thinking all those things I shouldn't be thinking again.. I have so much to say with a whirlpool of thoughts and memories. But in my mind the words remain. I want to shout them from a mountain top But instead I lay quietly while rolling around in my bed Trying to figure out my purpose. My mind always brings me be back to the same question Does my life really have meaning? I preach to my peers that everyone's life has meaning, But I feel like I'm a different case.
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