The Point

What exactly is the point of all this? To eat To sleep To shit To work and repeat for the following days The occasional smile to break the mundane The daily monotony is but a realization So we sleep we sleep the nights away and repeat for the following days Wash away the days pain with a swig of whisky The point of all this, you ask? is to repeat each day until your final breath depletes the one chance you had at all of this…

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TrevorDoughty

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