nuisance | poem

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some people believe that we all have

a purpose

that everyone exists for some

important reason

and that we are all

segments and pieces

to something 

much

larger


but what if my purpose

is to be purposeless?

or to simply be a filler piece

to make the spaces seem

not-so-empty

and that is all

that i am meant for?


maybe my uselessness 

is used

to make others feel

a little more 

useful

-n.c



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