Author: Holly


People question the meaning of life,
Ask themselves why they exist.
But at least I know what my purpose is,
To others lives I must assist.

I am the one who did everything wrong,
Turned into something I hate.
But as long as you avoid doing what I did,
This will never be your fate.

I am the epitome of bad choices,
And I get what I deserve.
The key to happiness is quite clear,
Just my life you must observe.

Other people are meant to be happy,
And fulfill their every desire.
I am the example who not to be,
An idiot, a coward, and a liar.


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