Friday, September 29, 2006
SToMpEd
Honestly I am frail, caught, Locked up in my own mind, Incarcerated, jailed, and how I’d wish I’d free myself from this, a box so square, I can’t resist. It keeps me in solitude, In constant thoughts, gripped So tightly there, I cannot Free myself, loosen The metals that Chain Me. Needing to Be left...
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