helena dombrowski (9-20-94 / St. Petersburgh, Russia)
why? ? ?
what is the point of living,
if your just gonna die?
what is the point of breathing,
if you don't know the reason why?
if today only brings suffering, pain and sorrow,
why bother existing if you'll just die tomorrow?
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