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BRAIN STRAIN
Decisions, decisions, I must make! So much confusion makes my head ache. Where should I go? What should I do? Sometimes I feel like I haven’t a clue. I think I’ll do one thing, and then think another. I miss being able to talk to my mother. She always was there to hear me out, Anytime I had a doubt. Now, I’m alone and getting muddled. How do I keep from becoming befuddled? Weighing choices is a pain That puts a strain upon my brain.
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