I literally do not know what to do with my life.
Has comfort spoilt me?
Do I have a calling at all?
Where does my passion hide?
Am I even passionate about anything except love?
Writing love letters for other people.
Can that be my unique thing?
Will you ever ask someone else to write a love letter on your behalf?
Are love and poetry the same?
Do you feel me?
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