Day 28 of the AsylumThe noises that come from the soul of this old house have started infecting the staf here, including my self. The new hydrotherapy machines have been such a helping and has proved viable for a group of the paitents. The world has been crule to them, and it is nice to know that we have been able to help them in there times of need. I do not know about the newest patient though. He seemed so nice but within the first week of his stay, we have had to restrain him into our stongest straight-jacket. She is moaning again, this time the sounds of agony are being apparent to hate and regreat. I love her, this house, but I am woried that the house would prove dangourus and heaven forbid she kill anyone. I hope that in the next few months things get better.
Always,
Warden Nic
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like a twirling ballerina fascinated
by a rough, rock nerd bandit
eyes meeting to stop and still
each heart fluttering under the thrill,
oh this love we never wish to destroy
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[Nic T.][Photographer][Chef][Person]
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in the deafness of my world, the silence broke.
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[Nic T.][Photographer][Chef][Person]
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Earth will turn when we're gone
So we pray that Heaven waits on us
But the wolves howl to the Moon
And she never answers back
No, she never answers back
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