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I was alerted to the commotion. Before I realized what the commotion was about. The only people who chose to stay around. As I emerged from within my room. As I made my way down the stairs. As I found the source. She was everything they said and more. Hair, the color of fresh dirt. Lips, the color blood but yet. A smile sweeter than sugar. And when she looked at me. She only smiled and said.
Who am I to question why. We have a ground and a sky. Who am I to wonder why. Who am I to have delight. Who am I to sit and write. When in my throat the words are tight. Who am I to think life a prize. When so many others often cry. Who am I to say live life. When in the end all we do is die. Who am I to act so wise. When all I do is ask why. Soft skin of fragile porceline.