Untitled #2

Am I one of many
Or many are one?
A big blue ball
Hangs in the sky.
Seas of sorrow.
Shorts of hope.
Without a purpose.
            Within us,
desperation
Ocstracized hearts.

I feel the anger of being
I carry it along,
I must not be
So why am I?

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