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Journal of the Insane (Post #7)

July 7, 2008,
My mind feels so liberated! I can remember things now! My captors keep peeking in to see how I’m doing and don’t seen to notice that I’m actually recovering! My dreams still taunt me of the beautiful woman and the happy children, but I’m positive I’ll remember them as well. Once the drugs wore off all the way, I noticed things that passed by me while I was on them. My nice white room was a mistake of mine… the walls are brown and black from age and the floor has dead cockroaches and rat feces. The more the drugs the escaped from my system, the more I could smell the rancid, rotting smell of the decaying walls and past deceased members in this room. This building is a disgrace… to me, to the other men and women and to God himself. I finally realized how badly the guards treat all of us… I can hear men grunting as the men in white beat them savagely with large black nightsticks and women screaming as the men raped them in their own cells… I hear their laughing… so horrible… so evil…

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