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by Mild insomnia Sep 26, 2004 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Not sure, how I ended up here, But I'm too tired to sleep. I know, that my home isn't near, And nothing makes sense to me. Where, the, freakin hell am I? And how did I get here? Oh, I'm, so confused I could cry, But I'm stacking it up, with my fear inside, Now where am I? Such a shame, I can't forget, Everything that went down. And, now it's hurting my head, Stop the room spinning around. Where, the, freakin hell am I? And how did I get here? Oh, I'm, so confused I could cry, But I'm stacking it up, with my fear inside, Now where am I?