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Questions by Thorn
Questions
The questions go running through my head
First there was how?
How would I do it?
How would others feel?
How can they hurt me so?
Then there was why?
Why was I doing it?
Why did love the feeling of emptiness in the pit of my stomach?
Why did I feel such pain?
Why do I let it take over?
Why did I want to mortify them?
Then there came what?
What would they do?
What would they think?
What building would I jump off of?
What will scare them?
Then there came when I stood on the top of the building What if?
What if they don't care?
What if I don't die?
What if they stop me?
What if I'm wrong?
What if?
What if?
What if?
Thud!
Now there are no more questions
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