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Nov 2013
I was locked up
No fresh air
No good food
They called it a mental institution
It felt like a boot camp
Go in crazy
Come out sane
I don't think they fixed me
Not all the way
lemon
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lemon  somewhere in the midwest
(somewhere in the midwest)   
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