Why

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Why, may I ask, did I grew up with such stupidity?

I know this stupidity of mine is a fault made by me.

Why, may I ask, am I really clumsy?

I always fall and get bruised or scraped by the knee.

Why, oh, why do I have to be so sad?

This vacation went well. I should be very glad.

Why do I feel so broken and down?

I am emotionally tired so I am wearing a frown.

This day was memorable yet at the same time sorrowful for a reason that I, myself, would only know why.

Goodnight everyone. Be safe.

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