Is there anybody there, who can answer my prayers; tell 'e what r we doing and why r we here.. You never told me why they say let the sleeping dogs lie, why do people die and make others cry, why do we have to go to school or is it written so in rules; why do we have to do what millions went thru” and as far as i think ,hasn’t done them any good.
We try to master nature are we forgetting our basic roots; they say we are alone whom are we trying to fool.... doesnt life seem a little too beautifully complicated to be a chance event!!
Why do we say things that we don’t mean to say, why do we care to show when we don’t really care, where are we walking when we don’t know the way and why are we talking when there is nothing to say..!!
I am running from my fears and they are coming back to me think i am burying myself under and the hell is killing me..
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