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Jul 2012
It's human nature,
Something that should not require thought.
An instinct.
And yet - I don't know how and I don't know why.

Tell me,
Why exactly do you try?

For the feeling of sweet accomplishment,
For pride,
To make yourself feel good?
Or, to make others happy?

How is that a good reason?
I mean, are you happy?
Are you, in face happy
When you try, are you the one happy
or is someone else the one happy.

Not trying is just giving up
Turning your back against humans,
Your own race,
Or is it?

Are you still human if you shut everyone away,
Stop thinking and feeling until you are
Empty?

Why try if there is no point,
No point in living,
In caring about anyone or anything.
We all die in the end.
There isn't some type of reward after death.
We're nothing.

So, lets all stop trying.
Christine Staufenberg
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