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Marcia Barthelow
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Wednesday, March 10, 2010
I Need To Go To Bed
I need to go to bed
I’m tired in my head
I cannot stay
There is no way
I’m truly almost dead.
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March 12, 2010 at 8:46 AM
well SAID!
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