Why?

 

All I ever wanted out of life

was to mean something

to somebody.

I played by all the rules.

I did what I was supposed to do.

And still, my life has no meaning.

I have no meaning.

Someday

I hope someone will discover

the reason I was put on this earth.

Why I exist.

I just hope its not too late.

 

Becky Williamson (2000)

 

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