Mad House, by Shauna DesJardins |
Waiting in a room with solid white walls. No clock, no watch, just a girl and her thoughts. I pace and I pace, alone and lost. A nut job they call me. A mad house they placed me in. "For your own good" they say. "Yeah right" I reply. |
Posted: 2013-06-15 01:26:39 UTC |
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