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Search short poem

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What is it that we are looking for?
Validation?
Connection?
Approval?
Appreciation?
Applause?
Respect?
Love?
Acceptance?

What is it that drives us on?
What is it that gives us hope?
What is it that makes us carry on?
What is it that makes us walk this tight rope?
What makes me think I will find it soon?
It spurs me on, makes me strive hard.
It gives me a shove, when I am about to give up.
It constantly whispers, that I must carry on.
It tells me to hasten my search.” Look harder.” It says.
But, I am still not sure if this search will ever end,
‘coz I am not really sure of what I hope to find.

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