Why do I type? Why do you read this? Why do I care?
Why is there love, when when it can be destroyed? Why is there hope, in the dark? Why?
Why do you keep reading this? Why do I still care?
Why is there a word called WHY? Why do the rains fall, in your eyes? Why?
Why do I ask? Why am I still typing?
Why? Why ask why? Why not ask is my life a lie?
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