Why do we think we, as individual beings, are important to the world?
Each persons single existence is virtually worthless.
It's worth something to those close to you I suppose,
But in the end they're worthless too.
Is that the way I'm supposed to think?
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The End Of The RoadPoetry
Poetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...