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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.
Written by Vortex32167 (Stephan van Pinksteren)
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