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Jan 2013
Sometimes, i swear i'm insane.
If only you knew what goes on in my brain.

It's like i'm on a train, in the rain,
That the conductor no longer knows how to maintain.
And every single passenger is totally, utterly, inhumane.
They're all sipping their champagne,
Or snorting their *******.
Doing whatever it takes to restrain,
From dealing with their pain.
Haley
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