Third again

He doesn't feel well.  Can't sleep.  Its too hard to work on school.  Why do I do this he asked himself in his head.  But there weren't any other voices to reply but his own.  He didn't know what to say.  Why did it all matter?  Where did it lead?
How much longer was the night going to be?
Words words words.  He typed more and more.
Always thinking... what is the use of these words.

What do points matter so much for anyways?  Isn't there another way?



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