Here I come, walking through my own pain. Why life make me this certain way?
Different from others, but yet, knows more then the truth allows. It's
scary in a world with no actual GOD. It's scary in a world, when death
arrives, the truth is buried within my own soul. Fear is food for those who
strive, but pain is memorable in those who worry. My thoughts, my theories,
growing in my mind, as I set aside my goal in life. Why must I think
differently then those, who think normal. Allowing me to die, twice in one
life, and still manage to continue living till this day. WHAT IS SO SPECIAL
ABOUT ME?! Why am I here, and others fade? Why do I care, and others look
past the consumption my thoughts are providing? Why must my mind, think more
about life, then school? Why am I different? Is it the cause of my death as
a child? Why so many questions? I see, the more questions asked, the more
life's satisfied. Why World Why? Why must, this mind, be within me, and
give me my powers, to see, to do, to think, what so many people, has not
yet, been able to comprehend? Why am I born, ahead of my time? Why must I be
here, with my theories of earth and the spaces above? Why must I believe
thier is NO GOD? Why must I believe, thier is no life after death? Why must
I see eyes the way I do? Why MUST I SEE THE PAIN, THE SORROW, THE PLAIN OUT
HEART THROUGH THE EYES I SEE?! Life has not yet answered these, but I damn
sure will. As my life, was put here, for a reason. This my friend, is Lifes
Satisfaction.
 
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