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The White Light

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I can see my face inside your eyes.
Cold, black, prying into my mind.
They're holding my thoughts.
Don't let me think wrongly,
They'll know all my weaknesses.
Now it's too late,
I'm mentally broken.
The torture begins as they lengthen my skin.

Empty stomach pumped with fluid,
Eyeballs gouged with sharpened needles. Rubber blankets soaked in water covering my hollow soul,
Covering my soul.

I am pain.
The white light is piercing through my brain.
Crystals gleaming, sterile metal, so cold on my skin.
This cannot be happening.
Am I dreaming?
Am I dreaming?
Am I dreaming?
Am I dreaming?
Am I dreaming?
This cannot be real.
Someone, please wake me up from this twisted nightmare.

Wake me from this dream.
Hallucination.
Mental war with the mind.
Discombobulated visions and thoughts trapped inside the mind.
I own the white light!

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