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Mannequins living behind glass,
Condemned by all of your childish fears.
Disorders that rot your brain and feels like bugs crawling under your skin.
Hospital? "Vacation"? More like a jail cell.
Peeling paint, high pitched squeal screams, sounds like torture.
Decaying bricks crumble off the wall, leaving a pile of rumble.
Metal door sealed shut with a bolt and a lock.
Like they say, white walls, white sheets, white everything.
This is the place for the crazy, the freaks, the insane.