The Point

Staring at bricks stuck together Lying and thinking whether worth the kicks. What's the point a dull voice voiced undermining the excited one Life, more like a temple run Everyone's aiming for high like cannabis cannibalizing cerebellum I can't think of a reason why follow withered curriculum Last nail has been hammered Once again it surfaced as I gaze with my face dazed among others with thought so tattered.

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