I was never alive - maybe once. Not an atom of me existed until the first day. My construction ruined me, you see. That's what you get when construction workers can't read and cry every night as they look up at the stars from their back yard and ask them 'why?'. Why should I ask myself why? If I don't know and need to ask myself, how would I be able to answer? If a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears it, does it still make a sound? If a heart breaks and nobody sees it, do they still feel it?
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