I write to a late hour,
upon which all sanity has passed.
I write to a cause,
where I am not sure I am at.
I write to a girl,
tears and pain she has caused,
To which where when and how,
I do not know what for.
I write to a late hour, upon which all sanity has passed. I write to a cause, where I am not sure I am at. I write to a girl, tears and pain she has caused, To which where when and how, I do not know what for. |
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September 26, 2006
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it's sort of a poem to someone who thinks they are causing a lot of problems, but they are not.
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