There is a slight chance
I could be manic

I'm tempted to leave.
Love to chase pain.
Will it ever change,
I'm killed by the pain.
I stay and try to chase
More exciting things.
One day I'll find
What my purpose is.

You thought this was about love
In all actuality it's life.
Some of us fight for the purpose
Of life.

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