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Jul 2014
Push my head underwater and let me breathe liquid
Forget that I'm a person with a life and ambitions
but let's not think about that because apparantly that's not important

I didn't know you kept a chainsaw in your office
Until the day I was in the middle of speaking and you started to cut off my limbs
your argument was that it would prevent risk

Temporarily isolating myself for a better cause
Your involvement made me begin planning homicide
well as long as i'm socialising, it's fine isn't it

Dressed for the mourning of a grandparent
I get told I'm wearing too little and a staff member comments on my ****
but in community meeting, it's the patients that are said to be the ones talking inappropriately to staff

What if one day we both brought a gun inside
I bet it will be me who is tortured for it
Leonie Whelan
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Leonie Whelan  London
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