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Inspiration struck, so I write, with no fucks. Sometimes things hurt, And we don't quite know why. Other things mean less than dirt, And we know exactly why. Still yet, we sit up, Lost late at night, Fighting the urge to cry. Or lash out, Against much devout, and and watch us once again try. We kill our pain, We numb our brain, We cancel out all thought with disdain. "Oh, god, WHY!" -"Oh, god, WHY!"- Fuck that, I make my own way. I know people with come to me. I know they will ask, "Why? Why write this, are you just pissed, Will you be okay?" I'll be just fine, While it lightly hails, This world of mine, Can't be touched by Your Betrayals.