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Too Many Questions
written by SuperBob03:48 AM 6/27/04Don't ask me how I'm feeling,
Don't say you want to know;
There's nothing left around here,
And nothing left to show.
It might be sad,
But I swear it rings true;
I know you find me impaired,
And I know that I do too.
So there's no easy way to say this,
No way to make it rhyme;
I want my old life back,
Before the end of time. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
one of the first things I ever wrote...well not ever wrote...just in poetry I mean...anyroad..kinda shitty...but meh oh well...in time i'll get better..or jsut worse...either way i dont care
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