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It is night, And I cannot sleep. Guardian aside, so I cannot weep. It is not right, I am not satisfied, My pride, they did sweep. It is night, on bed I still toss, Its my life, I am its boss And now my life is like, Finding Tomatoes in tomato sauce. It is night, and still my life does juggle, Am drowning, my eyes turned bed to puddle. Its cold, on the wet bed I cannot cuddle. God Why Am I a trouble, And my life a Puzzle?
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
Puzzle
It is night, And I cannot sleep. Guardian aside, so I cannot weep. It is not right, I am not satisfied, My pride, they did sweep. It is night, on bed I still toss, Its my life, I am its boss And now my life is like, Finding Tomatoes in tomato sauce. It is night, and still my life does juggle, Am drowning, my eyes turned bed to puddle. Its cold, on the wet bed I cannot cuddle. God Why Am I a trouble, And my life a Puzzle?
sorry myself.
Deadlover
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
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