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My Asylum 3
I wake up in my luxurious room,
I’m still a bit dazed and tired when I hear a knock on the door.
Sire, your breakfast is ready,
Shall I escort you to the dining floor?
Happily I oblige and ask, what’s on the menu?
Same as always my liege, bread and juice.
That’s great news, thank you for the meal.
Can I be of further use?
No warden, you have been most helpful.
Your highness, don’t forget your pill.
Ah yes, the substance for a bearable life,
Let’s see, which personality will this one kill.
I’m still a bit dazed and tired when I hear a knock on the door.
Sire, your breakfast is ready,
Shall I escort you to the dining floor?
Happily I oblige and ask, what’s on the menu?
Same as always my liege, bread and juice.
That’s great news, thank you for the meal.
Can I be of further use?
No warden, you have been most helpful.
Your highness, don’t forget your pill.
Ah yes, the substance for a bearable life,
Let’s see, which personality will this one kill.
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