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» Poem: My Time In The Mental Hopsital
My Time In The Mental Hopsital
written by untidy_posession
08:45 PM 4/2/05
The corridor, The walls close in, painted sickly white,
Folding in, beaming down, splintering, blinding bright,
Trip, stumble, fall down, hit the shiny floor,
Bones poke, through the clothes, like a corpse,
Nauseating faces watch down, stare, mock,
Dragged back to my room, the door,
Lock.


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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
The sin bin. Fucking........terror house....

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