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Late At Night

Late at night, I'm thinking
The TVs on, I'm thinking
Fridge so empty, I'm thinking
Someone's crying, I'm thinking

I don't know why I'm sitting here
Who lives to die just disappears

God knows me, I'm dying
I don't know why I'm dying
I want to cry, I'm dying
Please save me, I'm dying

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  • Broken Machine
    July 15, 2008
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    Good poem. I'll save you.


    • Zixaphir
      July 15, 2008
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      Thank you, but...
      Someone else already reserved that right.