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Prayer of a Disenchanted Life

is it terrible of me to say i don't want to live this life anymore.
is it giving up when i give up this life.

i know i have asked for too many times now,
for second chances in life to find a purpose.
and for so many years i have tried.
and, for equally many years i have faltered.

maybe i made a mistake for asking,
maybe we made a mistake for even trying.
maybe i really have no purpose here.
maybe we made a mistake for me being here.

i might have had a purpose before,
but i have messed up and missed it.
now, i just linger and hope to find another
but i can no longer get it back.

i have lost what i can no longer regain.

if it is time to let go of the hope,
isn't it also time to let go of this life?
so i ask that you let me go,
for i feel it is now my time to leave.

please let me go.

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2013-09-09 8:42PM
@hougang, sg

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