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by Sandy   May 20, 2005


What is the point of living
if there is nothing to live for
love is rare,so-called friends are never there
so wat is the point i live for
so close my eyes, lay in bed
hope that soon i'll be dead
so if your find me bed tomorrow
all will be gone all tears and sorrow
so don't feel for someone like me
cuz pain and lies no longer do i see

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