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yh. last thought before sleep yesterdayRate this Poem
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Created:
06/18 2007
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207
Category:
Pain
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It's my madness
Insane is what they call this madness of the brain.
I should have acted vain,
and appeared oh so vain.
Then maybe i would not have felt crushed by this terrible pain.
Soon to end as i wait for the nine o' clock train.
I should have acted vain,
and appeared oh so vain.
Then maybe i would not have felt crushed by this terrible pain.
Soon to end as i wait for the nine o' clock train.
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