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Post by miaADMIN on Aug 16, 2009 8:41:53 GMT -5
Somewhere along that tight-rope line of life, you lost control. You lost your mental balance, and were plunged into a world of hospitals and therapists, family treating you like a dying friend, afraid to get too close in case they catch the illness which affects your brain. People pitied you at first, they felt sorry for your cause.
But this is the modern era. And you're starting to be seen in a new light, a stain on the face of society, a freak beyond the control of the facilities. That's why they created this place. Once you get here, you can pretty much tell yourself that you aren't going home. Once you pass the doors, the voices in your head and the plague in your mind is the only thing to keep you company... unless you count the others. Don't go in the basement, mind you, no one knows what the patients down there are like. You can often here them screaming, though. They've gone past the point of any help.
So curl up into a ball, pretend that you're okay, but it's not going to do you any good. Keeping you hidden is their ( OBSESSION ), and like they say...
( OBSESSION ) is such an ( UGLY ) word... |
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