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What’s the point in living. When you weren’t supposed to be alive? What’s the point in loving. When you couldn’t find the reasons why? Why do we live in vain? When we have to live alone. It’s our choices against the world And we’ll upset them as we go. You’re in your box of thoughts, Stuck wondering if they should know. The world is a flaw Stumbling from start to go.
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Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 2:45 AM UTC
Why?
What’s the point in living. When you weren’t supposed to be alive? What’s the point in loving. When you couldn’t find the reasons why? Why do we live in vain? When we have to live alone. It’s our choices against the world And we’ll upset them as we go. You’re in your box of thoughts, Stuck wondering if they should know. The world is a flaw Stumbling from start to go.
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32/M/Lanc, PA
Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 2:45 AM UTC
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