WonderA Poem by Zoe KaufholdJust a few thoughts that run through my head, some may relate.
Sometimes I sit here and wonder why i'm alive.
I wonder why I continue to live my pitiful existence. Some say there is a purpose of me being here but the only purpose I can think of is to reproduce. That's what we were made for isn't it? To continue our family name and make more humans so our species wont die out. For the people that don't want to reproduce what is their purpose? in the end we all die anyway. in the end we will not matter, yeah we may make a small mark on the world. Einstein made a dent, Washington made a dent, Rosa parks made a dent. They all made huge dents in our current lives that changed everything but what about me? what about the people that wont make a dent, wont make a change to future lives. There is no huge reason for me to be here, yet i continue to go on. in the long run.... I wont matter.
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1 Review Added on July 11, 2018 Last Updated on July 11, 2018 Tags: depression, wondering, human impact AuthorZoe KaufholdMason, OHAbout14 yrs old Ohio suicide survivor love writing love reading soccer more..Writing
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