-Why do we lie on the floor and comfort our pets during storms?
-What possesses one man to be good and decent while another desires nothing buy malice and contempt?
-Why can some forgive and move on, while others demand to be righeous yet unforgiving?
-Why do we do good things in secret, hoping that nobody will ever know the extent of our love for them?
-Why do we threaten everything that's dear to us in moments of rational passion?
-Why do we love when apathy is so much easier to bear?
-Why do words come so quickly to the mind but never sound as sane on paper?
-Why do the nights seem so calm, yet at the same time prove to be the most turbulent time for one's mind?
-Why is silence so loud?
-Why is comfort so cold at times?
-Why do we ask questions we know the answers to, or more importantly why do we ask questions we don't want to know the answers to?
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