Secure

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Dark Poetry

Closing into, walls secured.

Padded cell.

Living hell.

What did I do to deserve this?

Binded back, straps secured.

Straight jackets.

Pills in packets.

Why am I locked away here?

Released inside, walls secured.

Razor blades.

Bloody charades.

What are the reasons for living?

Sirens loud, straps secured.

Existence faded.

Intentions sated.

Damn you, for trying to secure my mind!

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