Sometimes...
Life feels pretty empty.
Like everything I've ever done
was pointless.
Like all the things I spent time establishing
meant nothing.
Incomplete, Vacant, Void.
But, why...?
My life isn't pointless.
Life feels pretty full.
Like everything I've ever done
was progress.
Like all the things I have established
have meant the world to me.
Complete, Satisfied, Replete.
No lies...
Stand up, stand strong!
Rise and Revise!
You know the truth;
seek not the lies.
________________________I am trying to figure out how to go about posting this to my deviantART. I will provide a link to the deviantART page containing this poem later so that you can read people's comments there.
[Pictures: Chihiro from "Studio Ghibli's" Spirited Away, drawn by me.]
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