Whats The Point

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I cry out these loud ass cries. But you dont hear nothing.
I try and try and try to hold my shit together, and yet it doesnt even seem like its enough.

Theres broken peices that surround me, i might shed some blood.
I see these scares threw my eyes. But threw yours, you see nothing.

I cant control the shit that comes my way, im like a magnet.
I toss and turn at night in complete darkness. Its scary being on my own.

I drown in sweet sorrows, hoping ill find the meaning to thus puzzle.

But whats the point?

Whats the point in holding on.
Whats the point in hiding.

There is no point.
There is no meaning.

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