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Mental Asylum
Dull Corridors
Stare blankly at me
From these some closure
I will never receive
Poor faces
Saddened eyes
Many ages
Little lives
I enter my room
White as snow
Nothing but gloom
And no glow
Liquid crystals
Dropped by children
Crying angels
Their cuts deepen
I walk into rain
Without a care
Straight and plain
Skin is bare
Suffers don’t end
Unless I finish them myself
Not even a friend
Stands on my shelf
As I watch the cars
From above
I feel I break the bars
That I no longer shove
As I view my last sight
Of the world
All of my fight
Will be burned
And as I close my eyes
And take one step off
I feel myself fly
Far-off
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