As I sit here pondering why I'm pondering the meaning of life, I breathe in another breath of poisonous smoke, and have another beer... Is it death or is it life that holds the most fear? Does it really matter why the hell I'm here? Listening to Mozarts requiem, I shiver under the November sky.... Just another day I guess... Just another why...
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Why did this poem receive 651 hits, while the average is about 25-30 hits per entry? It makes no sense... Thanks for reading!
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