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Organic Brain Syndrome.
I don't like my brain today.
It's bringing me down,
In more than one way.
It doesn't really matter
What anyone will say.
I really don't know why,
I always feel this way.
When it starts to get cold,
And the sky turns grey.
I don't want to be here today.
I tell my co-worker,
As he slowly walks away.
He agrees with me,
But knows not what I say
Please beg me to stay.
I need to fee...
Friday 11th May 2018 5:08 pm
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