Tortured Mess
Author: Zak


In a pool of darkness, I sit.
All alone, with my thoughts.
Then I turn to see,
Torture devices, from left to right.
This is my mind,
A tortured mess


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someone ( -- Tuesday, April 8 2003, 09:32 pm


aww u poor thing well my mind is one heke of a torured mess too!
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