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I used to cower Hidden in the dark Stalking the night Loneliness a shroud Fear is a weakness Sadness is a flaw Lies I thought true Paralyzed my maturity Diseases are nasty They give you marks Or break your bones Or slit your pretty throat No one even whispers Mental Illness is taboo If your head isn't gashed There is no wound there Illness, not weakness Don't laugh at the wheelchair Don't scoff at the pill bottle I refuse to be ashamed
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
F*&$ Taboo
I used to cower Hidden in the dark Stalking the night Loneliness a shroud Fear is a weakness Sadness is a flaw Lies I thought true Paralyzed my maturity Diseases are nasty They give you marks Or break your bones Or slit your pretty throat No one even whispers Mental Illness is taboo If your head isn't gashed There is no wound there Illness, not weakness Don't laugh at the wheelchair Don't scoff at the pill bottle I refuse to be ashamed
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
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