Why do you breathe?
Why do you live?
Why do you read?
Why do you hope?
Why do you love?
Why do you laugh?
Why? Why? Why?
The truth is I don't know why.
Why I am who I am
Why I like what I like
Why I do what I do
I wish I could figure out the answers to these questions as fast as run to hug you.
And yet the only answer I can come up with is because I was made to love you.
But still, even if that's not true I love the versions of the person I'm becoming and I hope they're all versions a little bit like you!
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Taste Of Freedom
PoetryWhat happens when a 17-year-old student discovers books and poetry while studying for the most important exams of her life? Well, words become her best friends! This is a collection of my original poems. When I write more, I'll upload them. Some poe...
