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[aid] => Mick
[title] => The White Room
[time] => 2003-03-29 07:35:00
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[bodytext] => They tried to hide me
Tried to lock me away Doctors analyze me night and day In this small white room where I play I can't escape it, so I accept it Living a trapped life day by day Having no outside contacts Only listening to the words I say The doctors and nurses never talk They only mumble to themselves as I look at the clock I've often been injected with "medication" So doped up I couldn't tell if someone was a family relation After the drugs I'm poked and prodded to see how I'll react Then I'm left to my own mental vices If I wasn't so out-of-it this might be a crisis So who are you and what are you doing in my lovely white room You must be my new roommate Don't worry, after you go through the drug therapy You'll learn to love what you hate I know you're not crazy In fact we're both very sane They only put us here because we refuse to be plain [comments] => 2 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 25 [informant] => TundraHydra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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