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Why?


why is my question to everything and everyone, why must so much aversion go on between the young why do we love, why do we kill, all these emotions are flying on top of what’s real why is our will to bring each other down, I wouldn't’t lie and say someone’s content attitude never made me frown why and what makes me different from the rest,I'm competing in this world I can only pray I’m the best why didn't’t I write about world peace ,love ,or something funny, maybe I just want the focus to be on recovery why and when will I be discovered for who I am , is it true what they say it’s a one and a million chance why does my mother tell me I’m special if I’m not? Is it a learned behavior that only parents are taught I want to be different but why me? I swear I have some potential that no one else sees, but then again maybe that’s just me? thus I go on, but when will I end what I’m saying, the depth of how I’m feeling is not yet portraying but why?

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