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Time

Time keeps going, the world turns too, With life, death, choices we make or even what we do. What's the point of life and death? When all we feel is regret. Repopulate the world with idiots, make dumb choices and fill life with IGNORANCE. It matters not what we do or say, only to the very flawed humans, that bring us up and teach us this "way." Life has it's occasional joyous moments, but all that matters, I guess, is dumbass comments. We live, we breathe, we die, in the end it's apart of life. Whether or not we live or die young, why must we try to end it before our time is up? What's the point of life and death? When all we feel is regret. Repopulate the world with idiots, make dumb choices and fill life with IGNORANCE. Time keeps going, the world turns too, With life, death, choices we make or even what we do.

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