And get those rubber bands away from me

Mental Health
I'm sorry, but nothing means anything to me anymore. When you tell me, "Sir, please leave," it's like speaking to an extraterrestrial. You just have no idea what I'm feeling, the state I am in right now. "This is a family establishment"? No idea. "We are calling the police"? Not ringing a bell. I'd apologize, but for what? You don't understand. Neither do I. 
These handcuffs are cold.

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