What A Waste, by Convalescence
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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. |
Posted: 2010-05-20 12:44:49 UTC |
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2010-06-15 05:39:40 | ~**AGE_TEA**~ |
ooh, dats alot of waste. :) but its a nice poem. keep da gud wrk up!! |