Room 23
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MatureOngoing17m
Last published Wed, Sep 6, 2017
'Welcome, to room 23, ward 4.'
Ward 4 was Lucy's ward.
'The mentally ill' ward.
The ward was filled with people of different mental disorders. Often there would be screams of terror, of soft quiet sobs through the wall.
The suffering here, was at worse than any of the other wards.
Physical pain goes away.
Mental pain never goes away
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