The House of Unlockable Doors

This is the house of 100 pound chairs.
Where the tables are nailed to the floor.
Where the windows are made out of bullet-proof glass
and the neighbors broken and torn.

If you find that the real world is making you sick,
that a death wish is starting to form,
then you may find yourself on a hospital bed
in the House of Unlockable Doors.


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