the point of things i may never understand and i may never have a friend to lend a hand but i'm still me and i may never understand why and i may never know the reasons i have to cry the point of living i'll never know until my world is nearly ended by a single gun shot blow and i'll never understand why people have to die or the point in tears and understanding why the point in lying i never will forgive or dying before having the chance to live and i'll never understand why i am me or why people look at things when there isn't much to see the point of anything remains pointless in my mind when i lose the point it's really hard to find and once i've found it things still stay unsolved and then i wonder why i even tried at all
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Birth sign: Gemini
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