I look up to the sky
Questions fill my mind
Why did fate create this?
A story with no ending really
It makes sense
To what happens
Everyday
But why the purpose
Why did it ever need
To become
Another
A path to follow
A burden to bear
This love to talk to me
It never leaves my mind
More scars to bear
It is such
An unnecessary hair
But it happened
And that is what it is
I just ask you to explain it to me
But I get nothing but air
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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