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the point of life
whats the point of this/ we sit we eat we drink and we talk/ we fall in love/ for what is the point of this?/ of moving forward with this life/what is life?/ the seasons change the smoke bud hits the floor and things come to an end/ but whats the big significance?/ a little girl with a red ballon skips to her daddy that came home/ and a middle aged woman drinks away her cheating husband/ what for?/ i guess we all live a diffrinent life/ we ride with the tide/ and we all have sex with people we dont know/ and girls with pink hair starve them selves thin thinking there fat/ and im just sitting here in the dark of my room dripping blood down my wrists and writing poetry to no endding/ Honesty/ thats what im giving you/ its my gift and my solitude/ and this poem may be a peice of shit but its what you get.
