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Jun 2018
I never understood what the point of life was,
we are all just here, hurting, losing, hoping
And for what?
Are the good times really worth the bad times?
Why can't I just **** myself?
In the end it won't matter
Why am I stressing over one bad grade?
I won't even remember it in a year
So I had to set my own point,
but I am still debating
Is my point going to be
           to be happy or to die?
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stas  F
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