November 14, 2017 344 – Haricot Joy | Angst Previous Next Wasted words,Wasted days,Wasted chances. Wasted paths,Wasted love,Wasted gifts. Wasted mind,Wasted dreams,Wasted youth. Nothing leftBut empty memoriesAnd the faint promiseOf hope. Liked what you read? Share it with your friends…Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window) Related Previous Next • • •