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Sep 2020
Sitting by myself, pondering life
Why is man's biggest enemy an organism
of his own kind?
Why can't every single person be kind?
What's the need for all these strife?
What's the use of power if the aftermath is sour?  
Why is there so much pain, why do we try to hide it?
What is love? Is it real? why is it rare to find?
Why do we fall for lies and
despise the truth — what is true?
Why is the rate of divorce very high?
Why do people have to get high to get by?
Why do babies die?
What is life?
Why are there many questions but no answers?
WHY???
Gods1son
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Gods1son  26/M/Canada
(26/M/Canada)   
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