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Wed 21 Jun, 2006 01:58 am
Crying alone
In my own bed
They all think
I'm sick in the head
But really I'm not
I am as sane as you
One of these days
You'll find that to be true
If you turn it around
And look at it through my eyes
You would find that
It was all a bunch of lies
If you'd only
Take the time to see
You are just as
Insane as me
Makeyla,
This poem is so nice. I can read youth pride between your lines.
Regards,
The Sweet Desert
Kingdom of Saudi Arabia