Why does life always have to present so damn many questions that are unable to be answered?
Why is it, one moment we can be so happy, and the next it so easily slips, only to return, and go around and around in that very cycle?
Why does life always make you question if you made the right choices, and if you are making the right choices, to reassure you of that, only to pull it out of you like your breath being taken by a strong gust of wind??
Why, why, why??
..I know the answer is not 42
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