Insomniac thoughts


Can I write?
Can I fight?
No to the first.
Maybe to the second.
Aren’t we all born to fight?
For what , I don’t know
Some pick a worthwhile battle
Others pick at straws
As for me
Seems like can’t pick anything
Even that I am not good at
What then?
I wonder
My life’s existence should be.

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