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Why do you weep there all alone?
To write at which no one wants to hear?
Why is it that people only want to see, hear, and think of happy things
When that not truely there?
Why are we so blind of the issues
When they are right before us?
Is it because we would rather know none of the truth
But all of fantasy?
Why is it what we don't know can't hurt?
Maybe it does but we are too cold to feel.
Why is it that we can only see the light
When it is dark?
Why do we blame on others as
A simple solution?
Than to find what really solves our life's problems?
Are we too complex of creatures than
The simple human charateristics we are to fulfill?
Why do we so anything at all
If it is to only cause pain and suffering?
Why do we still remain after all
Has left that we have always cared about?
After all of the name calling, backstabing, lieing, cheating,yelling, killing, pains we endured only to ask for more!