Night Time Poetry
Sitting here thinking about a poem to write,
So tired I am loosing sight
My fingers are cramping
and my head starts to hurt
I start thinking how much life is really worth
I can only determine how this poem will end
I mean, come on now,
I don't do this for pretend
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