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Monday, 1 July 2024

Sane And Stable

 I still hear sad, patronising voices

And am subject to their bad choices

Of reprimanding me and my sanity - 

Within reasoning as I am so needy.


I have been to see the psychotic Shrink,

Where it makes you so rationally think

Of a stink that can take you to the brink

Of despair, as they seemingly don't care.


I have wait in what was a debate

In how I was to passionately relate

That my detrimentally respective ills

Are because of sedating, strong pills.


I am in a sporadic state of sleeping,

The hours are stolen away resting,

I am always tired throughout my day

And feel like I'm rotting with decay.

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