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May 2017
Spinning heads, whispered “dead”
That place won't find me again
Nurses violent, thoughts are silent
That place won't find me again
Snapping necks, repulsive ***
That place won't find me again
I beg your pardon?
No I'm better now
But not because of that place.
Pepper spray, hoses spray
That place is oppressive
How can you help me if you're sick too?
How can you cure my mind with that needle?
Your organization is *****, every dose is lethal
But it's such a shame your pills don't work
Swallowing has gotten me far
My words, my pride, please clear your mind
Sit down, unwind, as I tell you the story of how I lost mine
Fond But Not in Love
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Fond But Not in Love  23/M/In obscurity.
(23/M/In obscurity.)   
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