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WisprWnd Junior Member
since 2003-02-07
Posts 34 |
I have returned, I fear, Less than than when I left. My mind is not my own. It was stolen from me. No one knows the walls of this cell like me. They hate the way I think, Yet they wouldn't let go. I hope they know they are going to hell, for locking me up. The light of the sun is not quite as bright. The moon gives little. My heart aches for the feelings of need, that I used to know. How could they put me there on the floor... ....where flowers die? How could they laugh at my life? Pushing my face on the floor, like an ANIMAL!!! Strip searched raw, I was forced... to see myself as dead. As cutter would say, meat to be waisted. Well here I am in all of my stench, returned to you all in black and white.. ..blech and why. |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
well done |
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