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What's the point of it all? If things we hold on to for dear life Eventually slip through our very fingertips Misinterpreting the highs as an impossible forever And the lows as mistakes and flukes What's the point of it all? My mind seems stuck on repeat With the questions you left tucked in my soul.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
Give me the match, I'll light up your life
What's the point of it all? If things we hold on to for dear life Eventually slip through our very fingertips Misinterpreting the highs as an impossible forever And the lows as mistakes and flukes What's the point of it all? My mind seems stuck on repeat With the questions you left tucked in my soul.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
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