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Better Not Say


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

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,


It's hard to understand and explain.

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