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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