Psychopath

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Belonging in a white room alone, on the floor curled up as her eyes wide open; her dark, ruby eyes will forever know the ones in white jackets that took her inside

They all watched her through the glass, not making a sound as they thought silence will be the only words she spoke

The blood still lays on the dirty girls face as she stares into her own abyss of fire and crimes

Their were no windows or any gate ways out of the white room; they enslaved her for a dark reason

The lights flicker as her body is still frozen as ice and no one knows the real cause for her escape

They will always know her face that won't blink, she was not crazy in the end

She was fully aware of her consequences

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