Some nights I say,
'enough is enough.'
Other nights,
I know I've had too much.
And on the rare occasion,
I could handle more,
but I smarten up,
and ask myself 'what for? '
And before I sleep,
before I dream.
You leave me words,
I don't know what they mean.
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