The Purpose of Life (An Original Poetry)

We give and we take

We forgive and forget

It's an endless cycle that we make

And its making me upset

What else is there to live for?

Where does the end begin?

How do we find an open door

When every window is closing in?

Is it okay to make mistakes?

Will it define me five years from now?

Or do we have to start all over again

Instead of moving on?

Life is a mystery

We might not see its worth

But we can make it extraordinary

And try to make things work

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