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by Tareyn Jun 10, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Sitting in my room at night Got nothing to do. My lamp, the only source of light. Waiting for something new. I try to write a poem My thoughts, too unclear What other way is there to show 'em That I am right here. When you look at me you see Nothing at all good But this is who I am: I'm me, Little miss understood.