|It's two o'clock in the morning.
I'm having, a nervous breakdown.
I think maybe no, one, can see me.
So I can write this round.
|Misunderstood, means the cause of all things.
And misunderstandings become crystal hearings.
Mistakes I've heard, make the best inspirations.
So let's hope that our order sparks dearings.
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