[If Sayori has doubts about the effectiveness of her poem, they don't show on her joyfully smiling face. The same goes for the question posed, which, as it turns out, has a somewhat personal answer.

But no one wants to hear that writing makes her feel more like life is worth living, so she keeps that smile on and gestures a little with the hand holding the pen, a flippant, hand-wavy motion.] Oh, it's because of my friend Monika! She wanted to start a literature club, so I helped her set it up! And now I write every day with my friends there!

[A pause. Her smile becomes a little sad.] ...well, I guess I did, before I came here. [It's hard to remember exactly what happened to her world, but she remembers it was bad.]