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Sunday, February 29, 2004


Wandering Aimlessly
Following an unknown path.
The flowers have yet to bloom.
A bloody past left behind.
His tears hidden by fake smiles.
Haunted by memories of death.
Still aimlessly he wanders.
Searching for himself.
Guilt consuming his soul.
His mind full of endless questions.
Why did he fight, why did he kill?
His heart was not that of a warror's.
The heart of a child rest inside his chest.
His sword is clean of blood yet his mind is stained forever.
The smell of a new morning in the air.
And still he wanders aimlessly.


*Again* This is my poem, dont let me find out you have copied it without my premission.

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