The mural, it was of myself
Amongst lycanthropic flowers
I was in the Balkins
And 6am was the hour
I saw this in a psych ward
The strangest thing it was
To see a portrait of myself
It seemed as if I was in Hell
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
The mural, it was of myself
Amongst lycanthropic flowers
I was in the Balkins
And 6am was the hour
I saw this in a psych ward
The strangest thing it was
To see a portrait of myself
It seemed as if I was in Hell
Strange experience I had at a psych ward in Texas. Feel free to ask me more about it.
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