Why do we suffer
Why do we live,
The dead man asks
As he looks upon the dying world.
Why do we sin
Why do we strive,
To be someone we're not
The dead man asks,
As he lays down,
To the setting sun,
Of the dying world.
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Poetry
PuisiSo a couple of days ago, my friends and I were talking,and we got into poetry. I wrote down a really good poem, so I thought I would write some on Wattpad. These are quite sad though, so please bare that in mind.
