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Mar 2016
Once worried sick
I went home from school
But then at home
I got enough
I packed a bag
And took the train
I had an hour
Before it would be too late
To catch up and have a talk
But the efforts was wasted
And I got hurt

I wrote in anger
I made even threats
That's a fact
I can't change what I did
While I was sitting the hour on my Way back with the train
My anger dissapeared,
But I forgot
To take down the thrash,
which I had written
Echoes Of A Mind
Written by
Echoes Of A Mind  Denmark
(Denmark)   
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     Echoes Of A Mind, --- and Just Melz
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