A childish inquiry.
Why do people die?
My deepest agony.
Once it was natural,
today it’s personal.
Why do people die?
My pain, my sarcasm.
Once my life was perfect,
now it’s a complete wreck.
Why do people die?
Silly question I ask.
We knew all the answer.
Yet I painfully ask.
Why do people die?
Now feel my spirit break.
Missing her, missing him.
Why do they have to die?
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