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Dec 2011
Off to where the crazies pace
and midnight guards patrol
where the walls and floors
are spit shined clean
the stench of chlorine
the antiseptic sheets burn my nose.

I can't breath
suffocating in this world
this padded cell
Is this suppose to help?

They have me chained up
****** up
like some kind of animal
holding me down
into a sedated sate of mind.

Their puppet and toy
their experiment
to do as they please
as another needle breaks the skin.
Paloma
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