Fall in love,
fail in love,
lose yourself completely
and break your heart.
Delve into madness,
dwell in sadness,
roam around
like you're the most depressed of all.
Thrive on foolish hope,
take the downward slope,
loosen the steady grip
on your keen intellect.
Cry your heart out,
wear a perennial pout,
shed tears of depression
that ruin reason.
Make love your weakness,
fill yourself with meekness,
and be the madman
who's not in his sense.
But open your eyes,
from your fall arise,
and finally ask yourself,
"What's the point?"
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