Old Sorrow And MisseryA Poem by ScottMy life feels like its ending. Its just floating away, along with my dignity and my soul which is in the wind, which is being crushed in dispite. As I sit in the cold wet snow, As I ponder Amongst the ritc, How is my life ending, dying in a ditch. I wish this could all change as I cryed Like a b***h.
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