SCRIBBLES: Purpose

The wants and desires
The needs and wishes
If left behind
What would be the remains?
Will you recognize yourself?
Or will you be given another name?
To leave the soul you cherish
You distance yourself
But hope always gets the best of you
And will be the end of you
And here is the conundrum
Isn't the desire to leave your wishes
Another need in itself?
The cycle persists
As I do

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