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Feb 09, 2010, 02:22 PM
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My soul is tired, my soul is weak
Struggles continue each day to week I seek nothing more Rising from bed a chore Reason: rise up, for what is that? No life have I in me, I can't even can't My heart sad and swollen again, true Again the reason I'm stuck, so blue Reason have I to get out of bed What reason I ask, I ask of my head Memories are speeding by So quick they pass, quicker than I Swirling, twirling, flicker and spat Their are here, It's a matter of fact A reason of course, it's never through Add to the pile of sorrows, blue Stop them, no matter. Know not what to do Whirling, twirling speeding none stop 'Til I Drop |
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