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Mar 2021
What’s the point of getting up knowing you will fail.
what’s the point of having friends only to block them out.
what the point of living only to die.
The point, well I don’t really know……
I guess you have to work that one out on your own before it's too late.
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     Sarah, Skye, Nought and Imran Islam
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