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WHAT'S THE POINT IN EXISTENCE? I LEARNED IT FIRST HAND, IT MAKES NO SENSE, I DON'T KNOW WHY MY LIFE'S LIKE A TRASH CAN, I COULD NEVER BE LIKE ALL HUMANS I JUST WANT MY SOUL BACK AND LIVE A SIMPLE LIFE, I WANT TO BELIEVE THAT I HAVEN'T LOST EVERYTHIN', PERHAPS I WANT A LOT, OR RATHER, RETURN BACK IN TIME, AND NEVER MEET THE DEVIL AND JUST LIVE IN PEACE, HOME AND WORK AND GOALS, NOT WEALTH WITH BLISS, LIL THINGS FROM ORDINARY LIFE, BUT STILL IMPORTANT LIL THINGS, LIFETIME INSURANCE WITH NO RISK, EVERY NIGHT GET ENOUGH SLEEP, CLOSE BOTH EYES W-WITHOUT FEAR, TO BE NOBODY'S AND BE FREE But it seems to me that everything is too late, I should have thought fucking earlier and not wait, All actions have consequences, and now I am paying the price, If I say that I am poor and ain't deserve it, it'll be a lie, I don't wonder why, I know the answer, I Just can't come to terms with such a miserable result I blame myself and I know that this is my fault, Uh WHAT'S THE POINT IN EXISTENCE? I LEARNED IT FIRST HAND, IT MAKES NO SENSE, I DON'T KNOW WHY MY LIFE'S LIKE A TRASH CAN, I COULD NEVER BE LIKE ALL HUMANS
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