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We are born in a certain manner

Thrown onto this earth given answers to questions we have never pondered

At a certain age we ask our first why,

 Yet the answer does not satisfy us

 The people become angry,

 For the why has become answered with because.

Learn to accept they tell me,

Learn to embrace and have faith,

But the answer does not satisfy me.

My logic has overcome my faith

And the answer does not satisfy me.

Our actions are a direct correlation to the question of why

Walking blindly through life is a pitiful existence.

We lose our purpose and evidently ask our biggest why;

Why am I here?

The answer has yet to satisfy me

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