As i walk down the dirt trail that goes past the old asylum,
I can't help but to be awed at its statue.
As i stand there i can hear the screams echoing threw corridors.
But they are only heard by people like me.
Who have spent time behind its walls when it was operating.
and now it has no occupants.
Now it hust sits there slowly withering away.
Soon there will be nothing left but its foundation.
But until th i will continue to lust over its magnificent beauty.

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