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Better Not Say

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Too much on my plate,

It's better if I don't say;


Trying to escape

From the swamp of despair,

Where the thoughts like alligator

Swimming around astray;


It stinks up the place

Being all dark and damp inside,

Facing into the abyss

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Wondering how I will survive;


Looking around

For the trees of hope, though dismantled,

To hold on to

Until I depart from this quagmire;


Too much on my plate

I'd better not say,

Anyways,

It's hard to understand and explain.

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