Tell Me Why

Tell me why
we are here,
breathing, living
year to year.

We don't know
where we go
when our last
breath is no more.

Is heaven real?
Does hell exist?
Where we go
we'll be missed.

There's no reason
why we're here,
we will die
leaving tears.

All the stars
have an end,
think about it,
we're all dead.

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