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Just a lost child

Searching for answers..... 

Why do we kill eachother.. 

Why do we hate.. 

Why  is  so life creul to some and yet kind to others..

Why does living  hurt so bad.... 

Though at the time those answers were beyond him,

He was willing to spend his whole life  searching. 

He had to know why sorrow  like his existed, there had to be a reason 

To his suffering ,a reason to why he never got to meet his mother

Or to why he had to watch his grandmother suffer and eventually perish before his very eyes.The only soul who truly understood him.

 He would often wonder, what was

The reason for his existence all he

ever  knew was pain, 

Was he born only to suffer.

Then why was such a cruel existence   placed upon him,

Or  anyone.  He had  observed as manny enjoyed the pleasure and 

The company of hapiness, and wonderd why some would perish whiten 

Thier mysery..  whiout ever getting  a glance  of that hapiness, that love. To him life was meaningless without that love, the love in wich his 

Grandmother  had showed  him. Those moments  spent with her were the only times he did not fell alone and empty.. the only times he was happy and that was all taken 

Away from him.  As the  boy grew up he met people but none truly  understood him so none cole ever  truly love him  when your alone the darkess   seems to always be yor kindest  friend. And in your mind you create a world to ease the pain  and before you know it it becomes the only world you know.