Why
I ask you this, What are you?
What do you stand for?
Why are you a firm believer in what you believe in?
What makes you more special then me?
Why do you judge me for my looks?
Why do you judge me for my poems?
And why do you judge me because I am different?
We are all different, we are all the devil's children.
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