Why.
Why. It's seems like that is the most asked question. But I'm the reason maybe. All I ask is why, why bully, why creep, why bother. Those are questions. But will they ever be answered. Probably not. But I do wish. It is unfair and unjust that we are the victims that are innocent. But we are the antagonist whenever they say so.
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