Mental
By navi01
Spiders of the past Are crawling up my back Hissing dark predictions; Staining my world black. Suppressed uncertainty : Back for retribution , Sealing my eyes With emotional pollution . A cyclone of confusion crumbling the whole . . rejecting rationality ; shredding all control . I am an exhausted soul. Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 12:48 PM PST other • angst
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