why are there such things called questionsi mean they complicate thingsthey don't all make senseand some answers contradict the questiondo you ask questionsdo i ask questionsdoes anyone ask questionsdoes the world thrive on questionswho do you ask your questions toyour mother, brother, friend or teacherwhat are your questions aboutpeople, school, sports, advice, lifewhat would happen if no one was allowed questionswould everything be statementswould it be a command insteadquestions complicate lifewhy are questions askedtesting, just because, for answers, no reasonwhat are they used foranything and everythingdo we need questionscan everything be a questionhow many questions are you askedhow many questions do you ask
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I ponder things like that. Unanswerable questions. Sometimes I can't believe that my soul is in this body . . . . Like I don't understand how my soul, So big with all my thoughts, can be contained in one place . . . Sometimes my friends catch me in these moments, when I ponder unanswerable questions. Life is so confusing. You grasped one of my confusions perfectly. Does that make sense? :) Another question. Anyway, good job.
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