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People get a kick out of this poem. I'm glad you all can derive pleasure from my insomnia-induced depression.

Submitted:Apr 24, 2008    Reads: 162    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

I'm stressed


taking a ride

and letting it slide.

old fashioned fun

ten-mile run.

tall short stack

heavy on my back.

put a bet on myself

put my life on the shelf.

can you break a broken heart

can you stop if you didn't start?

strange reflection

strange infection.

don't know what I feel

don't know if it's real.

can't hear the sound

so lost that I'm found.



things are tough

I can't get enough.


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