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Nov 2013
I'm not happy
I can tell you that much
But I'm not quite sad
I'm stuck in between
I don't know how
And I don't know why
I'm lost in the great abyss of my very own mind
I just want some sort of place
To lay my head and rest
From all the troubling thoughts
That haunt me every second
Every minute
Every hour
Every day
I try and I try and I try
But I don't think I'll ever find my place of comfort
If only, if only
I could rest a spell
And try to figure out
This puzzle which is my own head
Written by
Shaina Brown  Cleveland, Ohio, USA
(Cleveland, Ohio, USA)   
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