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A Poem by Carrie Manor

Tell me what my purpose is,

who am I suppose to be?

I’m tired of trying, cause I can never find

the median that’s me.


Love is a lost art,

and books and knowledge

are becoming second to last.


Who am I suppose to be?

I feel chained to distant memories

and places I’ll never go.


I thought you were the one

and you’d set me free.

But I’m chained,

a slave to desolate loneliness.


I drag these memories,

I know only I can set me free.

I thought you were the one

I thought we were meant to be.


Tell me what my purpose is,

who am I suppose to be?

what am I meant to be.

I’m tired of trying,

cause I can’t find the light.

I know I only can set me free.

Love is a lost art.


Tell me what my purpose is,

who am I suppose to be?

I’m tired of trying, cause I can never find

the median that’s me.

© 2014 Carrie Manor


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Carrie Manor
Carrie Manor

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Bonjour! My name is Carrie Manor. Believe it or not but I’m eighteen years old. I’m not to particular fond of computers or the internet, but I enjoy this opportunity to share my writing a.. more..

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