WHY

Shall I amuse my existence at the cost of misery of this humanity Or shall this humanity amuses itself at the expense of my existence.

I thought of Me, as something that remains constant in the midst of all the Bloody Turmoil , Everything that I thought of me , however, was of a fragile moment.

In our gloomy and lonely existence, out of cold words directed at us, assumptions of others about us grow up and they gaze upon us,morose and gray.

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