what does it mean
what is its purpose
what is it doing here
so ugly
so beautiful
so graceful
so dim
why does it move like that
why does it speak
why are there tears streaming down its face
whay does it scream
how can it breathe
how can it think
how can it feel
how can it be
all of these questions
they whisper at me...















Comments
"it" = life ?
anyway. nice poem, and I hope to see more from you soon. (=
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interesting...
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(he says like a square)
great job!
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