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I sigh, People wonder why. They ask, Was it the task? No, I say. Was it the noise Or a choice? No, I say. Sad? Feel bad? No, I say. Is out our questions Or just tired? No, I say. The truth was, I sighed after writing this poem.

Why write Poems? I am lazy and my mind's hazy. A wizard wants me to write poems, but I don't feel like it. When I write, my mind goes blank like the bank lost the key. Little do they know, I FORGOT THE FEE! This poem has no direction, nor correction but I do hope you enjoyed this and will now leave me in peace.

Life… Why is it so painful? Why is there so much hurt? What did I do wrong? Everybody says That life isn't fair, But why? With all the flair it contains, I expected more. People… People tell you to cheer up. But how? Why? Is there even any purpose for this? We are born, We grow up, We get old, We die. But for what? In the end, nothing really matters. All you work for, LIVE for… It can all abandon you In the blink of an eye. Now, The worst part? You can't do anything against it. Nothing… Nothing at all.

Oh Memes, how I loveth thou. You make me smile, you make me laugh. You make me mad you make me feel bad. You make or brake my day, but at the end of the day when I lay in my hay, I laugh at you.