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W H Y.
Even in crowded parties,
even in crowded rooms,
why do we still feel lonely?
Even in happy moments,
even in crazy journeys,
why do we still feel empty?
Even with all these people,
even with all these friends,
why don't we pour our hearts?
Even with all the love,
even with all this care,
why can't we fix ourselves?
-Why, Caligo.
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