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Jun 2018
Mental illness can sometimes
be making up stuff that isn't there
which really makes it actually there.

It's all very confusing
really like brain contusions
doing rapid locomotion during snoring
The sun totally toasting the sky
While the rain is pink and pouring

It's anything but boring
And as the years pass
Its like your lifes been stolen
The camels back worn and broken
There is never any rest

mental illness
is infinity in your head.
Written by
John Jack
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