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Unanswered Questions
What am I doing?
Why am I living?
Why can't I change?
I'm dammed
I have a mother
A father in a grave
A graceful bounce to my step
But I still don't want to be the same.
I just don't understand
How in a world
Full of such 'division'
Such
'Diversity'
Could be trudging on
As though their days
Were not numbered
But yet
Despite my beliefs
I go along with the tide
I am one with the monstrous
The demonic
The plastic
The psychotic
I am dammed
