I have a question...
Why is the sky blue?
Why is the sun so bright?
What does chalk taste like?
Why is it called a peanut?
Wait...
Don't go please.
I have some real questions I wanted to ask.
Why can't I talk to my guy friends?
Why do you have to make me jealous all the time?
Why haven't you told your family about me yet?
Am I too fat for you?
What's your favorite memory of me?
Why did you fall in love with me?
What am I to you?
That's all I had to ask.
I just have one more question though.
Why do I love you?
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xChizu.Himex
Hello! I'm an aspiring writing trying to get my start. I believe that we all have a purpose in life and that purpose should be what we love.
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Every day I set myself down on the freshly cut lawn and strip myself bare. I take my guitar and finger the frets and pick at the strings, listening for dissonance. My life is dissonance. I twist the tuning pegs until each string sounds bright. Then I kneel, calves pointing behind me, kneecaps facing forward. All exposed to the breeze. I close my eyes and play the melody.
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