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No Purpose to Life No purpose to life, just an ongoing game. Keep rolling the dice though there's nothing to gain. Left alone in her house, no one ever visits. The phone never rings, she just sits and sits. Things will get better, so everyone says. If not in this life, then maybe in death.
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