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Dec 2014
Its 3:30, but that doesn't matter, I'm still awake
I somehow find peace in the dark and shade
Its too bad that we cant shut down our brains
Conflicting emotions, rippling by thought's wake
Sleep for sanity, a sick and twisted trade
I'm waiting by the tracks, but where is the train?
You learn a lot about yourself and your mind
When that is all that you can reasonably find

*3/30/13
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