What’s the point of living?
If it all gets torn away
like those delicate sheets
you got last fall
What’s the point of living?
If all that was promised to you
Gets stabbed 14 times
Then cannibalized
In front of your very eyes
What’s the point of living?
If all your hopes
Get swept away
Just like a
molecule of dust
floating through the wind.
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