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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358285" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life's Purpose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can hear people singing- beautiful melodies, <br>Upbeat and tuneful- I sing along-<br>I sing alone except for the company of<br>The comrades who live inside<br>The fortress of my mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can hear raindrops splashing<br>Rhythmically onto the pavement outside, as<br>A cool breeze creeps through<br>An open crack in my bedroom window- I realize that<br>This is the autumn I have been waiting for.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Foliage on the trees changing color, <br>Skies are darkening- although it is only 6 PM-<br>I walked in the woods this morning amongst<br>Deer, squirrels and mallard ducks- as<br>The sun was just rising<br>I believed I was the queen of the forest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">However, right now my heart has become an empty cage, <br>Darkness will rule in less than an hour, and<br>Darkness succumbs early within the next six months, <br>Taking over the sky, as a black cloud <br>Has just taken over my mind, suddenly as<br>A gust of wind would do before a storm arrives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ask myself- 'What is life's purpose? '<br>I was born into a desolate world of<br>A mother who always had a severe death wish and<br>Was never there for me, and of a father who<br>Never understood, and tried to ignore<br>The demons who had taken over my mind at an age so young, and<br>The voices that plagued my mind as far back as I could remember, <br>Who still haunt me, although nobody else could hear them calling, and<br>Nobody else could witness their threats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I often ask myself 'what do I have to live for? '<br>Born of parents who abused and misunderstood me, and<br>I have always been the laughing stock amongst others, if not just feared.<br>Seemingly in a gust of wind, <br>My mother and father departed this world some years back, <br>Leaving me to pick up the pieces of their shattered dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The leaves upon the trees are golden, magenta and orange- some brown-<br>The air is crisp, cool and refreshing-autumn has always been my favorite season-<br>I have been left with dreams of my own only I can fulfill, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although some of these dreams have been lost along the way, <br>I can see my own sun shining through the clouds and through the early morning's fog.<br>I feel my strength rising and filling the empty cage that once captured my heart.<br>My life has been a hurricane of sorts, and I have survived- if there is a god, <br>I believe I must be one of his chosen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beautiful melodies are playing inside of my mind and as I sing along<br>I am in awe of the magnificence of this wilderness-<br>I see that this world is a miraculous place and I can also see that in many ways, <br>The dreams that I have left are being fulfilled- and although in reality<br>I can never be 	queen of a forest, inside the world of these dreams I can be, and<br>As I am alive to be part of this special and extraordinary place, <br>I can now see that life does have meaning as does each and every moment in time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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Upbeat and tuneful- I sing along-
I sing alone except for the company of
The comrades who live inside
The fortress of my mind.

I can hear raindrops splashing
Rhythmically onto the pavement outside, ..."></div>
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