Why
Why does, Wait why not, Why do people do bad things, Why do people write a song and they cant sing, Well you get what I mean. Why do muderes kill why do Ice chill Why do wounds heel What if a heart couldnt feel If that it would be way more mureders that kill. The moral of the poem is why do people things and dont succeed but others strive, The real question I ask my self is Why Are We Alive?
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