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Poem – CAPS In the psychiatric ward I'm just another with inert dreams in straitjackets and pains hidden in a display of apathy Suicide bombers hide in black rooms Screams of despair echo throughout the hallway The Men in White want to save my soul Poisoning my mind with medicines they would never give their children Sitting in silence looking into his eyes They ask me what I'm feeling Walking back and forth I can't express myself How could I explain my pain? for a man who never put a rope around his neck Another day passed and I remained silent The visitors say that all this is for my good Words of love stained with pity There's a chain on my feet that keeps me from running away I could remove it and run towards the sun But all of this is for my good... Lying in an empty room in the midst of vomiting of a man who killed himself last night I warm up with a blanket old man stained with blood Lonely nights and suicidal desires a pain I don't know how to explain The Men in White They came to visit me once again filling me with medicine saying that all this It was for my good I'm staring at the walls I can't feel anything - Why am I silent!? while there are voices in my mind - Why are there no tears in my eyes? while there is pain in my heart "What did they do to me?" maybe this is all for my good... Sitting in a wheelchair I don't know how many years have passed I was left with only the memories of the loves I lived of the dreams I dreamed But here in this wheelchair in the psychiatric ward I'm just another with inert dreams in straitjackets and pains hidden in a display of apathy

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Poem – CAPS In the psychiatric ward I'm just another with inert dreams in straitjackets and pains hidden in a display of apathy Suicide bombers hide in black rooms Screams of despair echo throughout the hallway The Men in White want to save my soul Poisoning my mind with medicines they would never give their children Sitting in silence looking into his eyes They ask me what I'm feeling Walking back and forth I can't express myself How could I explain my pain ? for a man who never put a rope around his neck Another day passed and I remained silent The visitors say that all this is for my good Words of love stained with pity There's a chain on my feet that keeps me from running away I could remove it and run towards the sun But all of this is for my good ... Lying in an empty room in the midst of vomiting of a man who killed himself last night I warm up with a blanket old man stained with blood Lonely nights and suicidal desires a pain I don't know how to explain The Men in White They came to visit me once again filling me with medicine saying that all this It was for my good I'm staring at the walls I can't feel anything - Why am I silent !? while there are voices in my mind - Why are there no tears in my eyes ? while there is pain in my heart "What did they do to me ? " maybe this is all for my good ... Sitting in a wheelchair I don't know how many years have passed I was left with only the memories of the loves I lived of the dreams I dreamed But here in this wheelchair in the psychiatric ward I'm just another with inert dreams in straitjackets and pains hidden in a display of apathy

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Poem – CAPS In the psychiatric ward I'm just another with inert dreams in straitjackets and pains hidden in a display of apathy Suicide bombers hide in black rooms Screams of despair echo throughout the hallway The Men in White want to save my soul Poisoning my mind with medicines they would never give their children Sitting in silence looking into his eyes They ask me what I'm feeling Walking back and forth I can't express myself How could I explain my pain? for a man who never put a rope around his neck Another day passed and I remained silent The visitors say that all this is for my good Words of love stained with pity There's a chain on my feet that keeps me from running away I could remove it and run towards the sun But all of this is for my good... Lying in an empty room in the midst of vomiting of a man who killed himself last night I warm up with a blanket old man stained with blood Lonely nights and suicidal desires a pain I don't know how to explain The Men in White They came to visit me once again filling me with medicine saying that all this It was for my good I'm staring at the walls I can't feel anything - Why am I silent!? while there are voices in my mind - Why are there no tears in my eyes? while there is pain in my heart "What did they do to me?" maybe this is all for my good... Sitting in a wheelchair I don't know how many years have passed I was left with only the memories of the loves I lived of the dreams I dreamed But here in this wheelchair in the psychiatric ward I'm just another with inert dreams in straitjackets and pains hidden in a display of apathy

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bad work, bad color, extra legs, extra fingers, bad body, bad finger, bad eyes

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7

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20

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DPM++ 2M Karras

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-1

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2048 X 2048

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0.2

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SDArt : Cosmic Horrors

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Date

May 24, 2023

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