Why should I mourn, for what is life?
It is trouble and cares,
And endless strife -
And my mourning will not change that, will it?
But what is life, that I should mourn?
It is hurt and fear
And endless scorn -
And my mourning will not change that, will it?
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I don't know where this should go, and I don't know why I'm putting this up, but I might use it later, so please shred. "Emo" is what I thought this was, but someone else said it wasn't, so I thought I'd get more opinions on it.
