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Why am I here, why is anyone here?

I've thought about it a lot, actually not really,

but every now and then it comes up.

The meaning of life is. . . I'm drawing a blank.

Sure, just live life because, here it is laid before you,

so take it, but why?

All the pain that comes along with the choice to live,

what's the point?

If I had known that by choosing to live a life,

it ment pain, anger and disappointment,

I might have thought it through.

It's live an anit-depressant;

"take this and you'll feel better, but you're gonna have:

chronic migrans, nasua, and a dimished sexual drive"

It makes you wonder if it's worth it.

But along witht he pain, anger, and disappointment

can come great things; joy, happiness, the feeling of contempt, love, and lust.

And it is all of these things that cancel out the bad,

and eventually all you're left with is the good.

Maybe that's why my soul chose to live a life;

knowing of the bad, but also the good,

and the wanting to expirience the good.

And that is why my spirit has stayed.

I found reasons to stay, few as they may be,

but they are there.

So until they run out, I choose to live.