I woke up today to the sound of the rain.
Wondering what am I going to do today.
Life is so odd and so uninviting at times.
What's the point of working to break your thumbs if all the money you make is stolen from you??
Not a day goes by when I don't think why?
What am I here for?
To be kicked around like a mule.
Glared at like a fool.
Another dim light closes upon the door.
What are we here for?
Desires, deeds, and supposed necessity leave the door.
It's so pointless.
What are we here for?
Agony, defeat, despair.
What a grand divine plan.
Who needs this life.
It's all a pain.
Seems like there's nothing to gain but more agony and broken dreams.
Wake up from another nightmare.
What am I here for?
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