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I sat in the small room, surrounded by white.  The smell of bleach and disinfectant in the air, stinging my nose, searing my sense of smell.  My arms bound in a permanent self hug, my feet cold and bare.  I could hear the screams and cries of madness in the air.  With outstretched arms, it came to me, offering solace in its embrace, taking its offer would have won me the race.  It strode away once more, escaping my grasp, I crawled on my knees to give chase.
The ones in white, came calling again today, with their tools they poked and prodded leaving me to feel violated and sore.  My eyes were wrapped so the light wouldn’t seep through,  even with the white of the wrappings, my world had gone dark, allowing myself to bask in the suffering of the others, I knew not how many there were.
They crowned me today, like a king up on a throne, my crown popped and jolted, and my insides were lit on fire.  My vision through the wrappings was silenced, nothing, not even darkness entered my mind, the burning of my body, like billions of needles, and knives burying deep within me.  My very soul screaming for release.  It came again, offering out stretched hands, the solace of peace within its embrace, only to taunt, and leave once again.
I don’t know how longs its been, it seemed like ages since they came calling last.  My bandages were removed today, the light burned for a while but has now dulled to an annoying blur.  They placed me on an odd table this afternoon, a space cut open for my face.  Released from my permanent hug I was fastened to the table, my wrists and ankles lost feeling due to such strong bounds.  Sharp pains filled my back, the tools sinking deeper than before. They spoke to each other in tongues I no longer understood.  How long have I been here?  How much longer until I am released?
I awoke in the white room again today, it was the same as always except They had left a small pen behind, the only thing of a color aside from white I’ve seen since I got here, I’ll keep it with me, close, but not on my person, should they discover it, punishment will be harsh.
Today They stayed away, leaving me to the white and screams of the others, my new friend, Fen the pen keeps me company now, we do such art together, beneath my mattress, the flowers and visions I long to see remain stained to the cloth, I fear Fen may not be as strong as I, broken by the place. Hold out Fen, hold on my only friend.
Fen had his last use today, to write a letter to my mother, the cause of my imprisonment, I stuffed the letter within the window.  They will never find it there. They said I would have an afternoon in the sun, outside for fresh air. I’ve seen the outside of this place, white washed stone walls, surrounded by lush plants and grass, just beyond that lay the fence, a wall of stone and wire.  Too high to see the world beyond it.
I will bury Fen in the yard today, if they let me out, its been weeks since Fen’s final use, and gazing at the art we’ve created no longer fills me with joy, but with anger and sadness. I’m alone, and have been alone.
They discovered Fen yesterday, forced me to sleep once again because of our art work, they took my mattress, nothing but the soft floor now, I’m once again in the coat, my arms bound so tightly it feels as if they are pulled out of socket.  My tears fall unhindered, I’ll never scream, nor break, I will endure.  I should be released soon.
They came again today, crowned me like before as I lay on their table.  The tools imbedded deep in my flesh, as the crown jolted and popped the tools heated and reacted.  They screamed and yelled as my body burst into flames, the pain was welcome, my vision blurred and bubbled, vanishing in the searing pain.  My tongue bloated and split down the middle, I could hear my blood dripping on the floor beneath me as I was lifted from the table and rushed away.
I woke today, unable to move.  The soft beep of a machine next to me, the whirr of the heater in the corner, someone came to see me today, she spoke in a voice which could only be rivaled by that of an angel.  My eyes were wrapped again.  My back is very sore, and my tongue is no longer bloated but I cannot yet speak due to the split.  I smell hotdogs.
My bandages were removed today, and I got to see the angel for the first time, she was a middle age Doctor, but not like the ones in white.  She told me I would be alright, and I would never have to go back to that place.  I had survived, they had not broken me.  My arms free, my vision blurred and distorted but vision none the less.  My body will heal but bare the scars, the permanent reminder of my stay. My spirit will never be broken.

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I sat in the small room, surrounded by white.  The smell of bleach and disinfectant in the air, stinging my nose, searing my sense of smell.  My arms bound in a permanent self hug, my feet cold and bare.  I could hear the screams and cries of madness in the air.  With outstretched arms, it came to me, offering solace in its embrace, taking its offer would have won me the race.  It strode away once more, escaping my grasp, I crawled on my knees to give chase.
The ones in white, came calling again today, with their tools they poked and prodded leaving me to feel violated and sore.  My eyes were wrapped so the light wouldn’t seep through,  even with the white of the wrappings, my world had gone dark, allowing myself to bask in the suffering of the others, I knew not how many there were.
They crowned me today, like a king up on a throne, my crown popped and jolted, and my insides were lit on fire.  My vision through the wrappings was silenced, nothing, not even darkness entered my mind, the burning of my body, like billions of needles, and knives burying deep within me.  My very soul screaming for release.  It came again, offering out stretched hands, the solace of peace within its embrace, only to taunt, and leave once again.
I don’t know how longs its been, it seemed like ages since they came calling last.  My bandages were removed today, the light burned for a while but has now dulled to an annoying blur.  They placed me on an odd table this afternoon, a space cut open for my face.  Released from my permanent hug I was fastened to the table, my wrists and ankles lost feeling due to such strong bounds.  Sharp pains filled my back, the tools sinking deeper than before. They spoke to each other in tongues I no longer understood.  How long have I been here?  How much longer until I am released?
I awoke in the white room again today, it was the same as always except They had left a small pen behind, the only thing of a color aside from white I’ve seen since I got here, I’ll keep it with me, close, but not on my person, should they discover it, punishment will be harsh.
Today They stayed away, leaving me to the white and screams of the others, my new friend, Fen the pen keeps me company now, we do such art together, beneath my mattress, the flowers and visions I long to see remain stained to the cloth, I fear Fen may not be as strong as I, broken by the place. Hold out Fen, hold on my only friend.
Fen had his last use today, to write a letter to my mother, the cause of my imprisonment, I stuffed the letter within the window.  They will never find it there. They said I would have an afternoon in the sun, outside for fresh air. I’ve seen the outside of this place, white washed stone walls, surrounded by lush plants and grass, just beyond that lay the fence, a wall of stone and wire.  Too high to see the world beyond it.
I will bury Fen in the yard today, if they let me out, its been weeks since Fen’s final use, and gazing at the art we’ve created no longer fills me with joy, but with anger and sadness. I’m alone, and have been alone.
They discovered Fen yesterday, forced me to sleep once again because of our art work, they took my mattress, nothing but the soft floor now, I’m once again in the coat, my arms bound so tightly it feels as if they are pulled out of socket.  My tears fall unhindered, I’ll never scream, nor break, I will endure.  I should be released soon.
They came again today, crowned me like before as I lay on their table.  The tools imbedded deep in my flesh, as the crown jolted and popped the tools heated and reacted.  They screamed and yelled as my body burst into flames, the pain was welcome, my vision blurred and bubbled, vanishing in the searing pain.  My tongue bloated and split down the middle, I could hear my blood dripping on the floor beneath me as I was lifted from the table and rushed away.
I woke today, unable to move.  The soft beep of a machine next to me, the whirr of the heater in the corner, someone came to see me today, she spoke in a voice which could only be rivaled by that of an angel.  My eyes were wrapped again.  My back is very sore, and my tongue is no longer bloated but I cannot yet speak due to the split.  I smell hotdogs.
My bandages were removed today, and I got to see the angel for the first time, she was a middle age Doctor, but not like the ones in white.  She told me I would be alright, and I would never have to go back to that place.  I had survived, they had not broken me.  My arms free, my vision blurred and distorted but vision none the less.  My body will heal but bare the scars, the permanent reminder of my stay. My spirit will never be broken.