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May 2014
As I sit here, Waiting, wandering, and watching.
I can help but think, "Why?"
Why do we do what we do?
Why do we feel how we feel?
Why do we have free will?
Why do we cherish things and people?
Make friends, lovers, and enemies alike.
Why is the biggest question of all.
But can never truly be answered.
There will always be doubt and holes in reasoning.
There will always be another answer to fight against.
There will always be something getting in the way.
So just answer me this, Why?
Namir
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Namir  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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