Dear Father and Everyone Else,

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What is the point of pain
Why must we spend our lives trying to not to go insane

I skipped class to go to Galveston the other day
I did not care and I did not pray

It was a good day believe it or not
A day so good it could not be forgot

What is living what is real
What is the point of what we feel

There are people dying more then a few
And here I am trying to please you

A Christian at heart but a sinner in flesh
Money and God two things that don’t mesh

I committed suicide but somehow survived
But somedays I wish I was not alive

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