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Insane
April 12, 2012
Blood rushing through my vanes leading to my brain. There is no end
taking me, to the locked up room.
At the end of the hall way. Filled up with others looking
to get out. But it’s too late.
There is not escape. At night the sound of critters
through the cells echoing
Off the solid metal cold walls. All this hate stuffed in me.
Then I know there’s not
going to be another day.
This is like a hole and everyday
I’m digging lower and lower
© Anonymous
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