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"Mystery" by Nightmare_Evil

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I can't live,
But I can't die.

I have no soul.
I have no pride.

There is no sense in knowing,
But I can not stop thinking.

IF there is no point,
Then WHY are we here?

IF I can't cry,
Then WHY do I care?

IF everyone hates me
Then Why don't I just leave?

Can I really find the answers
IF I keep trying?




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On Thursday May 22nd, 2003, alone (199) writes:
Brilliant, yet are there answers to these questions we ask?


On Thursday May 22nd, 2003, blackdarkness (309) writes:
Well first of all welcome to dark poetry...great write...but i agree with thooughtlesscreator....tell us why...but i liked it good job


On Thursday May 22nd, 2003, Saint_Reaper (284) writes:
i just have one question.......why is there so much pain, its a good write......but why?


On Wednesday May 21st, 2003, An Expired Member (13) writes:
Rhyming is the answer... you had me, then you dropped me... Thanks


On Wednesday May 21st, 2003, silent_screams (11) writes:
Yes.



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