As i walk down this eerie street I can hear the quiet violence happening feet away. As I stumble upon this puddle of blood I knew it was just the start of another game of chess, and I have to find out if I’m the Queen or simply a mere pawn. Yet I do feel as if a dark shadow
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Why? It’s that one question that’s perfect to ask when in any situation Why are you leaving? Why are you here? Why are we separating? are just perfect examples of how they’re used It’s like a “last resort question” But I find myself using it every day. Why am I here? Why do I feel this way? Why do I
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