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by C G Turner Aug 21, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I lay awake thinking, blinking, and making any necessary retaking 'Tis half past eleven I lay awake winking I should be sinking, right into a linking 'Tis half past twelve I can't quite understand Just how one can withstand I must learn again to stand 'Tis half past one I cannot come to a conclusion I slip further into exclusion I will write a new inclusion 'Tis half past two This thing I write in a journal This task has become diurnal I think I may be nocturnal 'Tis half past three I think I will go to bed now I don't know how I can allow These thoughts I should plow 'Tis half past four