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Dec 2019
What exactly
is the point
of all this?

To eat
To sleep
To ****
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…
Another day. Another day. Another day.
Thanks for reading.
Written by
TD Allen  23/M/Indiana
(23/M/Indiana)   
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