“why are you here?”

a poem about the fine line.

Photo by Ruslan Valeev on Unsplash

a part of myself has died and

i kept trying to kill the rest of me.

they asked me, “why are you here?”

and the truth was that i didn’t know,

and that i wished that i wasn’t, but

honesty is not my best policy

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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