GREAT EXPECTATIONS AND GREAT DISAPPOINTMENTS
There is nothing more to say....
It defines my life
It defines my whole existence
What a shock.....
What dreams?
What nightmares?
Getting worse every day
What were the thoughts?
What"s the result
So sad
Talent wasted
Completely wasted.
If I was T.S ELIOT
i WILL WRITE THE POEM, WASTELAND
But its already written and by a great master
And that is my life
That turned out to be my life
WASTELAND
WASTELAND IN EVERY WHICH WAY
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