Strange Places, Strange Thoughts

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Oh white, padded cell.

You await me every

Passing day.

How safe you keep me.

Shadows, all around me.

They surround me,

So dark, cold, alone.

How scared you make me.

Only some will go

To this place unknown

And never to return.

They will never let go,

Of the truth they hold.

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