Why?
"Why" is the question, I dream of at night. A thought that won't disappear, a thought not brought to light. I wake up everyday, and I just wonder "why". I do the same things again, and I just wonder "why". "Why am I here?" I ask myself often. "Can I just disappear?" My mind is rotten. "I'm so tired" I think daily. "Tired of living" Am I sick, maybe. I keep thinking I can go. "Just jump and it will be done." But I'm too scared. and I wonder "why?"
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