Why..., by faith. . .
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why does everything seem so fake?
why do i feel like everyone is just saying things to humour
me?
why can't i see the dream that i wrote about?
why does it feel like my life is going nowhere?
why do i fear rejection when he assures me he's going
nowhere?
why do i think that eventually he will run?
why do i find it hard to believe that he really does love me
and its not just a sick game?
why am i so scared of what the future may hold?
why does the past affect my thinking today?
why don't i know what to do with my life despite my dreams
and aspirations?
why did i have to get rid of her and create the new one?
why am i like i am?
why can't i change?
why do i feel like i fail him in everything i do?
why do i feel i have to prove myself to everyone, especially
him?
why did they have to die?
why do i spend my life thinking about death when it is that
which i am so afraid of?
why do i think about the fact i might not be able to have
kids?
why am i so stupid?
why is my family falling apart?
why am i to blame for everything?
why can't everyone just leave me alone? |
Posted: 2005-08-28 19:05:11 UTC |
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