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And me. the ones, once called
The little evil crippled girl.
And the little crippled girl said.
I don't want to visit your departments cause I get raped in all of them.
Not even my mind they leave to me.
Mess with every part of me.
Raped by the rude the unqualified and unconstitutional.
Raped because they are in a bad mood.
Or acquisition me of yelling at them.
What the hell am I supposed to do, to be what you define.
What would you do if someone was raping you.
End of first verse.
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Always speak your mind🔊 I have lost a step sister to the institutions, so when will verse 2 be here to shake us awake?
Institutes are /where places of experimentation and torment.
Uncle Nelson.
May he rest in peace, suffered terrible mind killing things.
I hope your sister has been more lucky.
N. z is a terrible place to have illnesses of any sort.
Nelson was a cost gard and found a dead body on the beach, went home early and found his wife with another.
So checked in to an institution to get help, but was drugged, electoral shock therapy, padded rooms, routine with no leniency.
And died there without a last beer.
Hello Liliana, this is a stark reminder of the gravity of evil mankind can go to towards ourselves. They have not long stopped institutionalising ASD kids in France. They use to treat ASD by swaddling the person and dunking them in ice cold water. It’s absolutely terrifying to read what goes on or did go on. You remind us that we are capable of utter evil.
thank you for ensuring we don’t forget what goes on behind closed doors.
Gwen x
Yes I hate them,
Institute me a happy world of no pain or suffering.
No one should be swaddled in a bad cold water torcher way.
My love to them all.
And you all.
You brave.
I adore you all.