Counterfeits running amok.
Find me a genuine specimen.
Poisoned minds cloud judgement,
and the walls that divide grow thicker by the second.
Dark room, clinging desperately to any happy thoughts they have left,
flutterring away, and their sanity with it;
shoving everything else aside.
Self inflicted solitary confinement.
A holiday you'd be glad you didn't go.
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