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Dec 2014
For 281 days
I have been stuck here.

For 281 days
They tried to "heal me"
through various pills
therapy sessions
weird drinks
and anything else
that comes straight from hell.

For 281 days
I have been cornered
between these white walls.
Trapped in these small rooms
that reek of ***** ***** and bleach.

For 281 days
The people in the white coats
would ambush me
with treatments and remedies.

For 281 days
the lady with the red hair
would come in
and force me to take my yellow pill.
Yellow pill
3 times a day
for 281 days.

For 281 days
I tried to convince
the people in the white coats
that I'm not crazy.

281 days is enough
I will not let this number get to 282.
The Quiet Poet
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The Quiet Poet
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