The Point Poem by Flame6203E ...
The Point
How am I?
How do we define what's good?
How do we define how we feel?
I'ts all just words in the end,
and words are just sound, meaningless, stupid sound,
How do we define what's real?
When you can't even tell when you're dreaming,
when darkness and light blend into one,
and everything dissappears,
How do we define?
How do we think?
What is...
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