Dark.
Cold.
Lonely.
All eyes were on me like I was a fresh piece of meat.
We were all dressed in the same blue gowns,
Just different reasons for being locked up.
It was all for our safety,.
Yet,
It was still dark, cold, and lonely.
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Comments1
A Chilling contradiction. Thank you for sharing.
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