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Its a MADHOUSE its a circus

An asylum for the worthless

For the toys they leave deserted

For the mad clowns and bezzerkits

A dollhouse with dead souls

That drain and disturb it

The walls bleed out their pain

And it claws to the surface,

Its where teddybears and lullabies

Are slaughtered and murdered

Where the abandoned and rejected

Are convinced they deserve it,

A miserable inception

That blows out their circuits

While filtered refections

Tell them they’re perfect,

This is a house made for lives

that are worst lived,

Where souls that have died

Stay ; and still live

ELIIZAZOEY

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