I Don’t Know

When you can't figure out why you're even there

By Michaela PlourdePublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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Born only to grow up with the wish to die

With a heart shattered and completely dry

What could be worse, my dear

Than my own fate being not so clear

Please tell me, because I am on my last try

sad poetry

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Michaela Plourde

First of, hi to anyone who might be reading this! Now I have to tell you that I am a French Canadian from Quebec, so it is possible that I will make a few mistakes along the way in my writing. And I do apologize for it. Have a nice day!

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