I look into the mirror, tug my jet black hair
Biting my lip, I think, not breaking my mindless stare
Why do we exist, why as a human, why do I care?
Why are some people blonde or brunette, dark or fair
The unanswered query, why am I me, you, you
Why am I not like my sister too?
They say God made it so, is that true?
If so, why? Did he have nothing else to do?
Variety is the spice of life says my mother
I guess that is true but still why bother
I guess it is true, I mean who knows
More than GOD knows
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