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by Aussie Jul 8, 2009
Sadness, depression /
May days are numbered.
the freedom of joy is coming to an end.
I am groomed and dressed,
Judges assumed of rural acceptance.
My green leaf eyes,
wanted by wasted pasts,
smiles burned in others' minds,
I have no excuses, no point to have
wasted breath I am,
A renal life I've become,
I am an empty moral stone,
So many wished they knew whom
Beautiful write. The emotions were amazing, 5/5.