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Why do we find it hard to try?
Why do words still make us cry?
Why is a clear sky's colour blue?
Why do we question what is true?
Why do words steer our speech?
Why do we not live by what we teach?
Why is it difficult to stand tall?
Why do we get up when we fall?
Why do we care what others think?
Why do we miss things when we blink?
Why do simple things make us smile?
Why can't we just enjoy them for a while?
Why are we scared by what's untold?
Why are we impatient for life to unfold?
Why are we living life so tense?
Why do some things still not make sense?
Why so many questions in my head? Some things are just better left unsaid...