Wandering the overgrown grounds
the very earth seems to weep
and between the broken bricks and dying trees
we find the potters field
unmarked graves containing lost years, lives deemed disposable.
I stand, and see, and remember.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Offline) - Published: May 6th, 2026 11:44
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Pilgrim State Psychiatric Hospital on Long Island. I heard so many Horror stories of this place growing up on the Island.
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