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May 2014
Sent away from the familiar
To a place where the different are trapped
And those who are sane
Quickly fall prey to madness

“You can’t leave here”
“No you’re stuck”
“Oh you’ll be leaving soon”
No, you have to stay

The games they played
Took their toll
And soon I became
*A damaged soul
Adam Carraway
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Adam Carraway
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