Darkness all that he was accustomed to
In his mind he turned to a maniac from cussin blue
He screamed help help help
Believin sayin it three times would make it holy
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I can totally relate to this poem; being trapped in a place where it seems like your a mime in a glass box pounding on the walls and screaming but no one notices.
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I can totally relate to this poem; being trapped in a place where it seems like your a mime in a glass box pounding on the walls and screaming but no one notices.