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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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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
the point of life
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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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
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