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She said we were running for errands, and that it'd be good for me to get out of bed. I arrive at the building, so bold and formidable tint windows, venom. It's for your own good, she said. It's for the best. I'm taken to a blast of white rays The women peeled off my clothes, and told me to spread, hold up my hands and jump. Humiliation and nakedness is this how it has become? Feverish, and shiver I am swung a gown on, but not the lace one like home.
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
Ache
She said we were running for errands, and that it'd be good for me to get out of bed. I arrive at the building, so bold and formidable tint windows, venom. It's for your own good, she said. It's for the best. I'm taken to a blast of white rays The women peeled off my clothes, and told me to spread, hold up my hands and jump. Humiliation and nakedness is this how it has become? Feverish, and shiver I am swung a gown on, but not the lace one like home.
when I was taken to the mental ward.
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
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