What A Waste

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By <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font>

Waste of paper. Waste of ink. Waste of so much time. Waste of useless words, I think, and everythings that's mine. Waste of tears. Waste of pain. Waste is all I see. Waste of things. It doesn't change. What should it mean to me? Waste of life. Waste of time. I never got my rest. Waste of thie waste of mine. Waste of even death.

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June 15, 2010 05:39~**AGE_TEA**~

ooh, dats alot of waste. :) but its a nice poem. keep da gud wrk up!!