Questions

Dear life,

Why are you like this?
Why do you make me feel like
I am so undeserving?

Undeserving of kisses,
Tight hugs
And occasional praises?

Why do you bestow upon me
Such bitter experiences,
Over and over?

When I have done nothing
But existed and waited
In hope that one day,
I will be deserving.

I will be loved.

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