Why move on,
If death is a part of life?
Why should i have sight,
When there is nothing to see?
Why should i smile, when at a point in time,
it will be broken?
Why laugh,
When i choose not to be fake?
Why wipe away my tears,
when they just wont stop falling?
Why live,
when inside, i am already dead?
 
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