3 a.m.

Wide awake as usual questioning God about my purpose
Like what if all life isn’t precious and I really am worthless
Why else would you put a poet in year 2020
Three thousand poems in and all my demons think it’s funny
All these rhymes for what, all these riddles for who
What happens when the only one who thinks you’re a legend is you

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