Why is it that we are unable to foresee the things we should be able to?
Why is it that we always end up separable from the ones we dont want to to till death?
Why is it that now when youre gone I dont start making sense?
Why is it that we realise something good is gone when it is really gone?
Why is it that you have leave?
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