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Dec 2011
It's a cold place, but not lonely.
You walk inside and everything goes still and silent.
You can't talk, you're in utter awe.
Its a silent place with many cracks in the wall
and many ants running on the floor
It's... as if the woods of the night were fit into a room
as small as a box.
It becomes a crowded place
because as you learn to speak again,
your thoughts never get to escape
never have a chance to leave the room.
You begin to go crazy in your head
and your body is wrapped inside of a straighjacket.
You scream out
and cry out
for someone
but no one comes.
You adjust to your new home.
Letisha Washington
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