Sike.
I do mind.
All the time.
And i messed up.
All the time.
What is my real job living on earth?
What's the use having soul but can't live a life?
What is the point of loving when the person has left?
What is the point i'm thinking about this all?
What do i get from this?
What's the point of hope when life gives you lie.
Sweet pie of lies.
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