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by Angel Sep 21, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Another day just wasted away, away... oh what a way, to spend this glorious Saturday... but Sunday's at hand, isolation I can't stand... freedom I demand. no more reminiscing, morbid thought dismissing, no more thinking of my life and what is missing... my life is not what it seems, a broken heart, with broken dreams, and even now my inside screams... good thing tomorrow is another day, a second chance to find my way, all because of glorious Saturday...