I Left Off

Here I am again 

Ugly crying in my car

Rain pelting the windshield 

Tears pelting the paper 

 

I dont know anymore

What is the point of loving

What is the point of living 

Even if I were to get to where you are?

 

I now comprehend the existence of religion.

We would all go crazy

If even for a moment we were to find 

That there is no point to all of this. 

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