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Waste
I am the lines you rejected
The emotions your heart injected
I am a torn script
A product of your frustrations
I am squashed and thrown away
You deemed me not fit even for a bin
So I lay here on the floor
unattended
I am called a waste
I guess I am a waste- of thought
I am a "waste" after all
The emotions your heart injected
I am a torn script
A product of your frustrations
I am squashed and thrown away
You deemed me not fit even for a bin
So I lay here on the floor
unattended
I am called a waste
I guess I am a waste- of thought
I am a "waste" after all
Published 18th Sep 2019
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