Again, and Again

they come, day after day after day, the men in the white coats, doctors, scientists, poking and prodding, telling me I belong here, and my white padded tomb reverberates with their words, I can’t stop them, no one stops them, the White-Men, they do things, tests they say, horrible things, unspeakable acts, but I know if I can sleep they’d leave me alone, but I can’t sleep, not for years and years and years, and every second I wish and hope and plead that my mother will come, but she never does, only

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