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The seeds, the seeds,
planted deep within my mind.
Have grown into bitter fruit,
I pray no other humans find.
The pain, the pain,
from the deeply rooted seeds.
Have left me in peril many times,
with delusions and misbegotten deeds.
Delusions and confusions,
come over me when I do not know.
Overpowering conscious thoughts,
once gone their memories often show.
Restraints and constraints,
Yes, I have experienced it all,
while locked behind the doors,
pacing each and every hall.
Dim sunlight and lots of fright,
from needles that are tossed like darts.
Doctors and nurses as pale blurs,
recording your every move on charts.

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