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Whats the Point
What's the point of living if you can't have what you want? I feel like I am curse ...I don't know what happiness is only sorrow and loneliness. I am surrounded with worry and confusion ...no money...only bills. I have nowhere to go so what's the point of living ...I can't even hope ...I called upon God but he's forgotten me… what's the point of living…when will it get better? I have run out of dreams, I have no ideas and nowhere to go so what's the point of living ...I am dead on the inside, anyway so what the point of living...I just want one thing to look forward to , just one. You were my only source of happiness and you left me for her and now I sit here muddled so what's the point of living ...one more year of this will kill me anyway so what's the point of living...the walls are my only friends ...I keep talking but they just glare at me I think they are closing in so what's the point of living. I have nowhere to go no one to love I am dead on the inside, no life within. Nothing to look forward to so what’s the point of living.
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