{Why'd you have to be so clueless?.

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3/25/2009 09:01:00 PM

Do something about my head, it's killing me.

I'm no longer sane; enduring this pain; can't stay in lane..
Cure this migraine; I plead in rain; staring at the window pane.
Spin, wind vane; efforts in vain; I missed the train...

If anyone can explain this riddle that I've written in the most "sane-ful" manner, he or she, is a friend. If not, he or she is merely an acquaintance.

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I need to start breathing...

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Do something about his mind, it's killing him.