a writer's purpose

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i want to write about happiness and the joy of living 
i want to arrive and i want to talk about it
without fear 
with so much courage
and i want someone to read it and feel like life is worth living
because i know that it is
i know that it has to be
and yet,
what is reason enough
still unknown to me


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