Avacado

No reason nor rhyme.
No rhythm nor time.
No reason to exist.

Nothing to live for.
No reason not to die.
Nothing to live for.
No one who'd cry.

Lessons learned, lessons taught.

No reason to continue on.
No reason to fight this further.
No reason to fight, at all.

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Christina <3
If I could never hear your voice again... I'd cry.
Just thought you should know.

Besides... you harass me best.
What would I do without that?
Kristin
wtf is it with your title? maybe i am not properly existentialist at 8am.
William
Avacados, tough and unpleasant when not ripe, soft and easily removed from their skins when ripe.

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