Why

Questions are everywhere

To a naive girl, wanting to live

To gain what mortal wants

To empower the beauty within

Why would people die

Why get lost and be sad

Why vanish and be dust

To an overly obscured bizarre cult

Why would a question pop

Why things go and leave

The sad reality is indeed being human to take

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