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Sometimes I think the world would be a better place without me
Or maybe that’s just a selfish thought to end my sufferings
I wish I knew what I was meant to do
I wish I knew what was going to happen
Why does life feels so vain, so futile
Or maybe that’s how it was meant to be lived
Can it be possible to find peace in oneself
Or is it only a place, one calls home
Or a person, one calls soulmates
Where or in which one can find content
I always knew sorrow is important in order to feel happiness
But why does it have to be more for some and less for the rest
Why do I always feel that my problems are lesser than the others
Why am I so empathetic
Why can't I acknowledge my own emotions at times
But feel like I know exactly how the other person is feeling
Or at least that’s what I think they may be feeling
Why is it necessary for me to make others happy
Why can't I not care just this once
I think I want to be someone else
Someone who can love the world without wanting anything in return
Someone who doesn't live to please others
Someone who knows that they have it in them
What I always think I lack
I know and I appreciate that what I have is already more than many wish for
But for one who has it all
There is nothing left to want
And so there never was such a person
For whom their own world was enough