Why talk?
When no one listens.
Why sing?
When it's just called noise.
Why dance?
When there is no rhythm.
Why write?
When there is no passion?
Why live?
When there is no anabission.
There is doubt in your hearts and minds,
But you Silently escape the elephant in the room.
If that is life... Is it worth living?
There has to be love
and passion in the things you do.
Otherwise, it is all for nothing.
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