Why
No matter what happens in life, we will always ask why. Like, Why do I always feel like I want to die? Or, Why do things like this happen even if I try? Why must we always have to say goodbye? Why do they have to tell me all these lies? Why do I always have to cry? Or, Why can't they even look me in the eye?
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