Why?
Why am i born?
Why i am born to be this w]ay?
Why i am always in pain?
Why i am so sad?
Why i am always compared?
Why are they always leave me?
Why are they so fake and pretentious?
Why is that?
Why is it needed to impress other people when i just want to express myself?
There's so many whys in my head but i can't put it all.
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Random Thoughts of Mine
PoesíaJust a random thoughts that running in my head. I'm dedicating it for HER.
