What's the point of happiness,
when you know you are going to be blue?
What's the point of love,
if there is always hate?
What's the point of trying,
if they are not going to appreciate?
What's the point of telling the truth,
if they always lead to lies?
What's the point of family and friends,
if they always leave you behind?
What's the point of living,
if all you seek is death?
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