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Just a little MAD

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I built my gates too high, isolated myself
Now I understand nobody will want to
Stroll in my garden. The flowers of my heart,
Oh, how they've become vines and thorns.
Now shriveling from dehydration,
A wave of loneliness aids me.
But, oh, who will save me now that these
Waters have become an ocean of misery?
Deluging, I haven't anyone to blame.
People always did think I was insane,
But I preferred being called a little mad.




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