Boredom, by . QUEENIE . Subscribe to rss feed for <b>. QUEENIE .</b>

it isnt easy
to accept the fact
that when one is bored
of living
and thinking of death
you can't go back.

when boredom strikes
angry, young and sad
soemtiems teh mind wanders
and we start to think things bad.

drugs and sex
love lives, music
young things
that seem so innocent
and yet


Posted: 2005-04-07 14:50:14 UTC

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2009-05-05 01:43:17Janae_WITH pasion
good i could read this over and over