Blue Eyes

I wake up with an idea about life and go to bed with a totally different one. Tell me do you know how it feels to love to be loved but to inevitably end up being hurt. No matter how good it feels at the time regret will always follow. That pit in the bottom of my stomach not knowing why but why is a question all in itself.
Why are we here
Why do we love
Why do we care
Will we ever know. Will we ever know WHY. Will life ever change will it ever become normal Everything will always become what it once was. Life is a cycle. People come in and people leave an impression on our hearts. They will always be there. In the heart they will never die. Will we ever understand each other. Everyone is different and works in different ways. Will we ever understand what makes a person work. What makes a person kill what makes them hate but what also makes the hatter love. There are a million questions that a person will ask themselves in their lifetime but they must realize that they jut need to live and not revel in the questions that they can not answer.

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