A result of my mood before

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it started out as a buncha random stuff on my mind.

and i guess you can say its a poem?
thats up to you.

What's the point?

To live?
To fear?
to fear and die.
To not face something because you fear.
to be lonely
to be addicted
to sleep around to boost your self esteem
to play with people
at the end you die.
we all die
so whats the point?

*i added this part in later*
to want what you cant have?
to reject what you can have?
to hate and hurt
to fail and fail again
to not be perfect
to be a minuscule  part of this world we live in
to make it big?
to be a part of the social class.
so what is the point?

the end

all the"to's" were said on purpose
to emphasize my point.
No,I am not depressed.
This is just how I feel.
So what does everyone think?