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Confusion, for some
An epitaph.
For others
An occasional and wayward
Feeling.

For me,
A constant.

Lack of understanding
Not knowing
And never finding out why.

Laughing without much effort,
Without true reason,
Failing to comprehend this
As my reward.

How many more years?
How many more tears?
How many more occasions
To feel the anger and the questions
Which forever go unanswered?

Is this my reward?