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Angst

Member since 2002 · Posted 13 Oct 2004 · 2 comments

Angst. Torturing my mind with pain. Like a thousand people, Being tortured. Painfully. Painfully tortured. Like my soul. Which is also tortured. And painful. Wrapped in torturous pain. But not as bad as my heart. Which is infinitely pained. And tortured. Painful. Pain. -Fin-

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[7] Rollsoftoiletpaper 13-Oct-04/7:21 PM Reply
"But not as bad as my heart.
Which is infinitely pained.
And tortured."
Dug that. -7-
[8] Ranger 17-Feb-06/3:21 PM Reply
I sincerely hope this was meant to amuse, because I had to chuckle at it. Knowing you, I think it was!