This is not a place of fun.
This is not a place of friends.
It's not a dream.
It's not a kink.
Some people dream of being bound in a straitjacket and locked away, but they know they can end it whenever they feel.
This is not that place.
This is real.
Nobody is going to come in and untie you when you say the magic word. Nobody is going to play with you in here.
Your freedoms, they are revoked.
Your fate is in the hands of the girls in the clean white cotes now.
Just sit there.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait. Art ©
JackieJackalJenny © myself
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That poem.. Just wow.... I- I just can only feel rage festering in my chest right now after hearing that because I've been many times actually threatened something like that, like going to jail just because they feel I'm a danger to others and they don't want to bother try help me. I'm dealing with severe depression and anxiety just god that makes me want to punch somebody
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