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Some like to ask, "Why?" while others say, "How?"

For me, I need the answers to both.

Why do emotions have to be so impactful?

How does everything lead to this point?

I cannot complain about the answers people would point out because it's me against the said-to-be "right" people. Do I still have the sympathy after being thrown into such a condemned position when I do not believe I deserve to be? Yes, I always do, I guess. Should I wait for them to press the bombing button? Or should I just admit that I know its presence under my seat? Now, I've lost my ability to read between these lines; they're just so close to each other that I couldn't see the lines, separating them. Cliche, I would say to everything. Everybody deserves to be happy, but only some have the joyfulness to enjoy others'. I guess mine only stumbles many. Shall I just cut it off and lock myself again in that prison of losers? The term "loser" doesn't sound bad to me, not anymore. I'm pretty resistant to it, the pain's covered with the tearful smiles, my history, something which strengthen me.