The Asylum

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My thoughts are wild.

My mind is a Olympic's.

I'm at a place for people like me.

I twitch and I can't speak.

I'm sometimes tied to a bed.

 Restraint is big here, along with discipline.

Sticking I-V's and needles in my body.

Putting me in a trance.

The zombie to whom they call me.

I bite, but I stay in my place.

Motionless towards everyone.

Until the riot.

Doctors were torn apart.

Nurses were slaughtered.

I was leader and I did this.

I am mentally insane.

I'm in a asylum.


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