What’s the point of life?
When it doesn’t make sense.
Why do we live.
If all we do is die?
What’s the point anymore?
I’m so bored with this circle we’re in.
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i really wonder who can answer any of the questions
yes it is a bore at times,everyday seems to be the same.but i believe we get hurt only to be made stronger.just think if we never got hurt in our life\’s and then suddenly something real bad hits us how bad would that be i think we will not survive it.so getting hurt in life teaches us and makes us stronger,which is a good thing if we think of it like that.