Our Very Own

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Shrouded in Mystery And A Fantasy to the kids in the Area I grew up with this in my back yard practically. . . . less than 10 minutes walk from the house I spent a good portion of my childhood in (even though it was technically my grandmother's) and lived in as a teenager I used to regularly visit this place which is still just 20 min drive from my apt and *still* do go there on occasion just to think (well at least the part that is now the park which includes the Graveyard and the "White House" and the old Barns)




(  Western State Hospital: The Asylum )

( 1887 Psychiatric Standards For Nurses )

Possible "Trigger"

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The Sociopath Next Door

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funny ass song, and a poem I wrote

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Ok here's some lyrics to a funny ass song. Under cut for graphic language

( funny song )

and now a poem I wrote

"No One Exists Anymore"

Those days are past
When these rooms were full
With the people
That I knew

I remember

My old friend
We talked into the night
He's gone away, Now I'm left
All alone and I have
No one to converse with

Then that girl
The one who was always
In my mind
All that remains is
A memory
And thoughts of what
Now will never be

Also that guy
The one who pissed me off
Used to come by time to time
I actually wish he was here
Just to have someone to fight

Those days are past
Everyone has disappeared
They don't exist
No one exists
Anymore.