if to live is but to be in pain, and to die is to be in peace, why is is that living is fought so hard for when one can end it with such ease?
what is there to fear, a knife to the heart, or the pain that never goes away; is the decision too hard?
have you felt the pain that lingers longer than you would ever like it to be, it isn't as if i haven't noticed your fading reality.
i don't understand the choices that have been made by all, why is living so important when we are made to fall?
if desiring peace is to be fought hard for, but pain and anguish comes side by side, a claim to be happy and swell, but then they died; why aren't you satisfied?
tell me why pain is hated when life is favoured just as much, why is it that you fear death but hold onto pain as such?
all these unanswered question standing on the edge of the world, seeking answers with risks, leaving my mind to whirl; as it always does.
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