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Don’t think I’d have stayed just for one more day,

It seems so much like home,

No room to go astray,

Don’t think I could watch — with mindless, empty tasks,

Intake moving in, forced to walk a lonely path.

Pictures all around, of how good a life should be,

A model for the rest,

That bred insecurity,

I walked a jagged line and then came back for more,

It’s always in my mind,

An institution with no law.