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Dec 2012
She wasΒ forcibly admitted
at one point she was 'normal'...
white walls are now all she dreams
thoughts once so vivid with color.. alive
now deadened by sedatives, colors dimmed
awakened to the world, into a cell was she tossed
masks, pokes, prods, tests, something must be wrong
feed her pills, cloud her visions, steal her light
she is still inside somewhere, even if deadened
there is a flame to be sparked
but she was forcibly admitted
so now she sees nothing sleeping or waking
*just white walls
A random thought. Not a true story. This isn't even about me. I just ponder what would happen if the things I think about would drive me insane..
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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