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by Perfect Facade Feb 3, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
So tired, Yet can't sleep. All I can do, Is sit and weep. Not knowing why, Yet no way to stop. Nothing to do, But count as they drop. Fall on my page, As I write, Pointless things, All through the night. Every night without fail, I will sit in this chair, And do nothing, Just sit and stare.