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Published: 2006-05-22 21:22:34 +0000 UTC; Views: 1672; Favourites: 73; Downloads: 8
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Why do I do this?Why do I wait?
Why do I sit here?
Drowning in my hate.
Why do I think?
Why do I feel?
Why do I pray?
Why do I kneel?
Why do I lay in bed thinking about my life?
Why do I even try to straighten out my life?
Why do I sit in my mind and look at all the corruption?
I know all that I look at around me is nothing but deception.
Why does God do this to me?
Why am I hated?
Am I not one of his creations?
Full of all his hatred?
Why is the question.
I'll never get the answer.
Maybe there isn't one to be found.
Why am I still here...?
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It truly is the Why that drives us all mad.ย Good work, ninja...
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WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning!
Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental
hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the
staff in the hospital so the More-government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so
they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the
machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died.
Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on
a Monday night at 12:00 a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you
and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other pictures on this one site, and
she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently, if you copy and paste
this to ten comments in the next ten minutes you will have the best day of your life tomorrow.You
will either get kissed or asked out, if you break this chain u will see a little dead girl in you
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That was really a lovely poem.The questions are accurate,"why" truelyย is the question.
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there isnt really ever a answer i ask myself the same questions
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You know, I ask myself similar questions. God cannot hate you. On every page of the bible, God says he loves you. I keep praying. There was one story in the bible, wher God tested a man. He lost everything. He never gave up on God. And God, in the end, gave this man a better life. Don't give up. Battle through. Don't give up and become an empty husk like me. I feel nothing anymore. Suicide isn't the answer.
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i cant say i understand but i can relate but why doesnt really matter though it is what it is. the question is how will we deal? i love the poem
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i know how you feel, i want to know the same thing
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the answer.....
is several things;
*you have someone who needs you
*you have a perpose...a reason
*someone's life depends on it
*and cus life is a given someone somewhere wants it so be lucky to have it............................
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aww, its such a beautiful poem.
i just wrote a poem based on "why" too, but urs is better
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Why is the always the question, but noone ever gets the answers, no matter how hard they search....
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Indeed, why is an impossable question...
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Ohhh, it makes me want to hug you. 
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Thank you for your comment. It meant alot.
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