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poem21:10 Dec 13 2005
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whats the point to living?
there is no point.
what were we meant for?
nothing...
so why do we exist?
I am full of emptiness...
nothing else
not able to feel pain
not able to love
i have no reason for living
owning nothing....
feeling nothing....
being soffocated by the emptiness
why fight the inevetable
here i sit awaiting my time
my time to die
friendless and empty
alone and invisible
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