Why?
Why does it have to hurt so much?
The ripping away at the aeroplane's touch.
Why?
Why do the people always forget?
Like you were only there for a scene, on a set.
Why?
Why does all of it fade away like it was never there?
I guess all that matters is the amount you care.
Why?
Just Why?
Because.
That is the answer.
Because is why.
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PoetryThis is a book of poetry. A place for me to vent. I love to write. I love to live. Some days I am a total wreck. So I write. Some of these are true. Some of these aren'...
