Over Use Of Thinking, by Debz ~~ lost amoungst the pages of a story yet to be told ~~
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how come it all makes sense
whenever i truly think
i think too much
it doesnt make sense.
what else am i meant to think?
how much do i hate thinking!
especially about his drinking!
and arrogant twats winking!
and constant lights blinking!
Its all really got me thinking!
I think ive gone insane
for it all makes sense to me
this over use of thinking
constant words inside my brain.
why doesnt it get me thinking?
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Posted: 2006-04-08 16:20:31 UTC |
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