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All Because of the Crow (by brandie jane)
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My room is the one with the padded walls.They tie me down
because i cry when you call. I wear a straight jacket
that is green.The voices in my head make me mean.When
I hear the sounds I scream until I faint. Then they
say that I'm insane. But what is it really? Is it a
word? Is it a voice? I don't know but it's scary. I
always hear the voices telling me to make the wrong
choices. They say i should be evil but what do they
know? Are they my friends? Or was it the crow? The
crow was my friend until it got shot down. Then they
say i went crazy and just laid around.All because you
killed him~so i wanted life to end. Now i'm here in the
padded room waiting for him to come back soon.
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