Why do I live for?
Is it for a purpose or just nothing?
Am I just living to feel the pain?
The pain that darkens my day,
And the loneliness which kills me,
Killing me little by little. . .
Eating my soul until it's gone
Ripping it to pieces like a paper.
Why do I live for?
Is it to die, just to feel all the pain?
Or is it . . . I'm living just to. . .
DIE ? ? ?
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