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I see my old friend Elizibeth. She stands alone in black drab in the middle of the field at our old Elementary School.. Where are we? The air smells of toxins. I feel a strange pain in my arm. I walk forward, twords Eliizibeth. The smell in the air gets pungent as I walk closer to Elizibeth. Two prison guards approach her. They molest her repeatedly. This is not kinky, not the thoughts recieved about sexual bondage. Its not for the guards' sexual pleasure...They are doing this to degrate her. Elizibeth rises slowly, as if the spirit in her has died. One guard slowly pulls his sword out, and quickly dices her head off. Then...my world goes black.


Is or Isn't this deeply emotional? The unbelievable thing is i was at a notepad and wrote this down when I first felt the shrooms..