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What's the point?
Hope slammed the door in my face. What's the point? Love ran off with a smile. What's the point? My heart has gone. What's the point? The tears have run dry. What's the point? You don't care anymore. What's the point? No one really knows me. What's the point? I can't even find myself. What's the point? You're not listening. What's the point? Happiness is walking down the middle of a dark street. What's the point? Home is escaping me. What's the point? Time has a way of passing me by. What's the point? Life seems to be missing. What's the point, if life is gone?
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