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A green room spirals

Unending it seems to be

I'm spinning in a circle

With a strait jacket over me.



Alone in this green room

Why am I even here?

The doors closed tight

Locked each and every night

What did I do to deserve this?



Huddled up in a corner

I have no where else to go

I plead for mercy

But no one to hear me

I am left all alone.