They don't tell you what's inside deep, dark cold walls that have numbers. They don't tell you what an asylum can do to you. The patients are overly dosed on medicine, that they wasn't even prescribed to. You think, you can walk in the same person and come out as the same person, but no. Your gonna spend your time there, losing yourself. Thinking your mentally crazy, when your not. You'll come out, and never be the same. Those baby blue walls that your brother has, they may stay the same but in your head those walls bleed blue. Blue? Why such a overly used color? Oh, because blue shows sadness and darling that's what your entire soul will be filled of.
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My thoughts in an Asylum.
HorrorCome one, and come all to this hell ride of a story.