Why? Why? Why?

I hate being reminded of the existence of evil in the world.

Or having to process how bad things can happen to good people.

Because it makes me resent my favorite, word: “why“.

There is nothing more mortalizing than asking a question incapable of being answered.

Nor is there anything more human.

Why Poem

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