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No light at the end of the tunnel,
No sense of direction,
Trapped in the dark.
Glass half-empty,
No more water left to pour,
Staring at an empty jug.
No way up,
No way out,
No where to go.
What’s the point?
Never going to see the light.
What’s the point?
Never going to be half-full?
What’s the point?
Never going to escape.
Is there any point?
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