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Why is a person albeit the likes of me so afraid of dying when we know it is IS and WILL BE?
Why is there a fear of loosing the love of your life when you know you WILL eventually?
Why when you have told multiple people that they are special to you must you want them to say the same to you BACK?
Why don't they reciprocate alreadY?
Why is love or the expression of it confined to a definitive gender bias?
Why can't you love instead of like?
Why is expression not jubilation in love?
Why must all your special ones who are in trouble be so FAR AWAY?
Why can you not give back to people as they deserve?
Why can't your mom or your pa or the siblings be your Joint valentines?
Why must you celebrate one day of love and then rot the next 364?
Why is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?
Why do people believe in stereotyping people, the absence of commodities, children and the likes to familial impotence or incompetence?
Why are close relatives such bungling bunker busters?
Why INDeeD?
Love - don't Like
Live - don't Exist
Play - don't Survive
Reminisce - don't insomnise
Enjoy while / IF it lasts and yet again LOVE
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