So Sad. Poem by Mindless minds

So Sad.



A dull brain trying to outmaneuver.
Your own mind.
You form self-motivated words conspiring to astound.
Your ingenuous brain.
It’s not nice to be wicked to one self.
To who do I say these words to?

Sunday, October 19, 2008
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