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Karisa Brown Oct 2018
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To everyday
That I feel pain

To the ones that always
Rain on my parade
Pardon my manners
But I think my head is displaced
Or off circuit
Or just a basket case
of unending nerves
That bundle together
To make a fire place

And then shock
Me with migraines
On an unforgiving
Regular basis

My paranoia
Is all that's left
Maybe I'll give that a go
Maybe know one will ever know

That the shhhhh....
Their listening!

Sorry the end.

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