Wasted

by Lushed   Jul 19, 2004


The day is over,
24 hours gone.
My life seems to be wasted,
It just draggs on and on.
My refuge is in fiction,
Where it always ends in smiles.
Too bad nothing's real.
No.
My life is blank for miles.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Mandy

    good one girlie