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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => CEDU / Brown Schools and derivatives / clones => Topic started by: Hell on Wheels on May 06, 2004, 09:45:00 PM
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I was rummaging through my stuff a couple days ago and found a poem that I wrote when I was at BCA. Being on this site made me truly wonder and question what had happened to me at BCA. It made me wonder if I had been turned by the staff into a power student. If staff used my power and abilities to help them. It made me wonder if maybe I was only in it for me. And especially I wondered if I really knew I was in hell. Well this piece of work pretty much sums it up for me. I wrote lots of other things, but I think I lost them, but I do remember writing this one. I was 2.5 months from going home when I wrote this so I was definitely upper school by then. I may have been on my goofy full-time, but I'm not too sure. Here it is.
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Labrynth 3-28-96
Labrynth dark and cold,
Same old, same old, same old.
This harsh place has been my home.
Foes against me, always alone.
Forever.............
This is the place where hope dies,
lost in turmoil, fights, and lies
You are always on defense,
Conflict rages and never relents.
Always...............
So many holes along the way,
it's the world's toughest game to play.
When you fall you start again.
Tons more sorrow, tons more pain.
Brutal.............
People dying, people dead.
There ain't no way to get ahead.
Think about what you've been shown.
Oh, if you would have really known.
Unceasing.........
There ain't no way to win this game.
Kick your ass and take your name.
Pimps an' prostitutes an' Johns an' whores
oozing pus like open sores.
Reality.............
Getting hurt and turning bitter.
Seas of graves like so much litter.
When I die and start to rot,
I hear in hell it's really hot.
Desolate..............
When me and death have had some fun,
I won't back down or start to run.
For it will be the end,
Time to heal, time to mend.
Sanctuary..........
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For a guy who scares the crap out of me you sure are poetic.
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I want hell on wheels.
bring him back, you bug eyed guelph.