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Friends
Contributed by
Amelia
on
Sunday, 21st March 2010 @ 05:38:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Elise, Elise! They scream quietly. You wont get out! They taunt me and point
With their blades for fingers, And poison for words. What they see through cameras, Is a girl in a home
That is made out of straw, It must be bricks! As I cant break down this door, Theyve locked me in
And placed in cameras and mikes, Monitoring my despair. My second night here, In a room that is bare.
Without a breath of fresh air Or a drink to swallow Shes doing a dance! they cackle As side-to-side I stumble.
Around the room I do this, Then finally fall to my knees. Shes dropping! They say. Drop dead. What great friends, they seemed.
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Amelia
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2010-03-21 05:38:27] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Friends
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 21st March 2010 @ 09:13:54 AM AEST (User
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This gave me a chilling feeling of being locked away in a mental ward in padded rooms with people staring and laughing at your expense. I might be way off base here but there is a madness in this write that grabbed me. I enjoy a write that can make the reader feel off balance and this certainly did that . Well written.
take care
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