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Blurry, he's eyes are failing him. |
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Fury, he cannot move. |
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Horror, as he know they are tricking him, trapping him, strapping him down. |
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Sane? Blasphemy? |
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I see the true ones. |
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My screams are useless, my strength is failing... |
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I know I'm right, you say |
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I'm wrong. - |
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There are no hallucinations! |
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Forced medication trapped his only way out. |
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Drugged to sanity. |
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Locked up. |
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Put away. |
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In total isolation. |
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His mind went astray. |
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Kept away from the true dimension. |
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Hospitalised |
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Paralysed tranquillised |
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Trapped within |
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Four walls, shock treatment they thought he was restrained. |
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Dazed mind and badly beaten |
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He searched his way out... |
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On the road in front of the house a car stopped out stepped nurse |
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Mary and father |
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Mclair (In her hand my journal) - |
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He's deranged, insane! |
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He sees these things?! - |
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The boy needs salvation, |
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Gods help! |
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Struggling to move straight |
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He saw this light - |
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I must end this torture, |
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I'm coming father! - |
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IT IS MY W |
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AY OUT! Out from the window of the fourth floor came a projectile made of flesh a bolt of bone, embraced, deranged |
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Forced to death by others... |