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by Bradley Peter Sep 15, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Existence of a wasted mind a mind without a soul a pane of glass it hides behind this mind has no goal existence of a wasted mind present but never used although never inclined this mind has been abused existence of a wasted mind it fights against the grain tries to find itself alined but all it finds is pain existence of a wasted mind it hides away in shame a peaceful end it tries to find but its beginning never came
by Wings Of Flames
Wow another terrific poem by sir bradley ~Em