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What's the Point?

What's the point of living when we're all just going to die?

Why if we're destined to fail do we even try?

None of it matters.

Eventually it all just shatters.

It's all just a waste of time.

Even me making this poem rhyme.

It's all worthless and has no point at all.

In the end we will all fall.


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