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Under the branches                                                                                                                 Where the tall grass grows,                                                                                                                          There’s a people who hide                                                                                                                          And no one knows.                                                                                                                                   The way they survive                                                                                                                                Is like none other,                                                                                                                                        For they fear the world                                                                                                                             And all its terror.                                                                                                                                        They hear the voices                                                                                                                                  And see the shadows,                                                                                                                                    They live in darkness                                                                                                                                  And shake and cower.                                                                                                                                 They live but                                                                                                                                                In harsh conditions,                                                                                                                                        Making the craziest                                                                                                                                         Rash decisions.                                                                                                                                            Everyone wants                                                                                                                                            To put them to death,                                                                                                                                 But I say stand up                                                                                                                                     And fight for who’s left.                                                                                                                             The problem doesn’t lie                                                                                                                              In the heart of the ******                                                                                                                        But in the mind                                                                                                                                         Their thoughts are filled with typos.                                                                                                            They twitch and hide                                                                                                                                 And want to die,                                                                                                                                       But nobody sees                                                                                                                                         The demons inside.                                                                                                                                 The voices that haunt them                                                                                                                      The nightmares that stick,                                                                                                                            The noises torture them                                                                                                                            Jumping off the highest peak.                                                                                                                     Terror and delusion                                                                                                                                  The river that roars,                                                                                                                                    The horrible psychosis                                                                                                                               The mania implores.                                                                                                                                 These people know nothing                                                                                                                        But how to live,                                                                                                                                      With the horrible fate                                                                                                                                 That they’ll never be saved.
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
Eleanor-better
Schizophrenia
Under the branches                                                                                                                 Where the tall grass grows,                                                                                                                          There’s a people who hide                                                                                                                          And no one knows.                                                                                                                                   The way they survive                                                                                                                                Is like none other,                                                                                                                                        For they fear the world                                                                                                                             And all its terror.                                                                                                                                        They hear the voices                                                                                                                                  And see the shadows,                                                                                                                                    They live in darkness                                                                                                                                  And shake and cower.                                                                                                                                 They live but                                                                                                                                                In harsh conditions,                                                                                                                                        Making the craziest                                                                                                                                         Rash decisions.                                                                                                                                            Everyone wants                                                                                                                                            To put them to death,                                                                                                                                 But I say stand up                                                                                                                                     And fight for who’s left.                                                                                                                             The problem doesn’t lie                                                                                                                              In the heart of the ******                                                                                                                        But in the mind                                                                                                                                         Their thoughts are filled with typos.                                                                                                            They twitch and hide                                                                                                                                 And want to die,                                                                                                                                       But nobody sees                                                                                                                                         The demons inside.                                                                                                                                 The voices that haunt them                                                                                                                      The nightmares that stick,                                                                                                                            The noises torture them                                                                                                                            Jumping off the highest peak.                                                                                                                     Terror and delusion                                                                                                                                  The river that roars,                                                                                                                                    The horrible psychosis                                                                                                                               The mania implores.                                                                                                                                 These people know nothing                                                                                                                        But how to live,                                                                                                                                      With the horrible fate                                                                                                                                 That they’ll never be saved.
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