Bit by bit you forget about the outside world, who and what you were before you

Bit by bit you forget about the outside world, who and what you were before you came here. It’s been so long, you can’t even remember what the world outside of this place was like.

One day, you wake up in your padded cell, your home…and you start to wonder if the life you randomly dream of outside of the facility was even ever real, maybe it was all a dream, maybe the staff were all right, maybe the treatments and shock therapy are working. You can’t even remember why you were so worried about leaving, you are “safe” here, they take care of you here.

Its better than the alternative, life inside a concrete box, behind prison walls, caged like some dumb dangerous animal, right?

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