What are my wants?
- I feel inaccessible to these. they're encased in glass caskets.
List my needs?
- Also locked in roses that the little
Barbies hold in their silly cellophane pages.
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ANTHOLOGY : THE GRIPPY SOCK HOTEL
PoetryI got trapped in a mental health facility *who I will be suing, btw* Because they intentionally overdosed me on day 10 of my stay, to force a day eleven. They didn't count on me being smarter, and willing to bide my time, and wait. Anyway, this is...
