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What is the point of writing if no one understands,
What is the point of reading if no one cared or enjoyed,
What is the point of loving if there is no one to love,
I live a simple life I tend like the common man and love like the common woman
But what's the point of it all if no one cared.
I hate like the common beast and I cry like the common soul.
But who am I ?
What is the point of knowing when fear is in it?
I care like the the common mother and teach like the common preach
But am I real or just a common soul......