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Mar 2018
Why in the world would you show him something so horrific,
I can hear the voices in his head say, "This is terrific."
They're spinning and stirring like they always do,
and now they get to focus on something brand new.

That is my brother, and he cannot handle
things of that sort, a film or a scandal.
Get out of your seat, and leave the room,
take him with you, or the voices will consume.

Are you out of your mind, haven't you learned
that the voices in his head weren't planted, they were earned.
From one trauma to the next, it filled in his chest
but he's finally on meds, he's doing his best.
highly agitated
Bo Marie
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Bo Marie  20/F/California
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