Oh why was I put here?
In this awful mess called ‘living’.
Never had I asked
To be this creature.
Oh why was I put here?
Every breath brings me suffering.
My fate is clear
And I no longer believe I’m special.
Oh why was I put here?
I’d have wished to be inanimate
If the choice was presented.
I wish my construct didn’t exist.
I know why I was put here.
To be a lesson to minor beings.
It’s the circle of life…
Hence there is no point or meaning.
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