of death
of despair
of hunger
of hate
and of love.
is my mind too confused
is my conscience at work
see I've done it again
I am such a jerk
but perhaps
deep inside
I care more than I think
or perhaps I don't think at all.
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| Why do I write of death of despair of hunger of hate and of love. is my mind too confused is my conscience at work see I've done it again I am such a jerk but perhaps deep inside I care more than I think or perhaps I don't think at all. |
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