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They are coming with the needle
They think they are being kind
Sending me back into
The jungles of my mind.

There are creatures in the forest,
I can feel them closing in
Screaming in my head
In a brain jarring din.
The fire is burning well
Sending out heat and light
Keeping at bay
Those creatures of the night.

But what will happen
Should I fall asleep;
Will my fire die or
Will its protection keep.
More wood on the fire,
Pinch myself for pity's sake,
Keep the blaze burning
Keep myself awake.

The creatures are leaving
I can feel them draw away
As through the tree tops creeps
First signs of breaking day.
How big is this forest,
How long can I survive,
Can I reach its edge
And leave this place alive.

They slide the needle in
An act they think is kind
But I am trapped screaming
In those jungles of my mind.

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