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The What's And Why's

I live

because I know

how it feels

to not live

I love

because I know

how it feels

to not be loved

I make you laugh

because I know

what it's like

to have no one to make you laugh

I help

because I know

what it's like

to not be helped

I hope

because I know

how it feels

to be hopeless

I celebrate every little thing

because I know

what it's like

to not have them

I don't lie

because I know

what its like

to be lied to

I don't open up

because I know

how it feels

to do so to the wrong person

I appreciate

because I know

what it feels

to not be appreciated

I value you

because I know

what it's like

to not be valued

I try to be kind

because I know

what it's like

to face unkindliness

I stay

because I know

how it feels

when no one stays

I don't judge

because I know

what it feels

to be judged

I am

what I am today

because of

what I got and what I didn't.

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