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If it comes from a plant or grows from the ground,
Whose to govern it, when you talk its just sound

My life is spinning out of control,
And on my body its taking its toll,

I need the perfect fix and it must come quick,
I hope these feelings dont stay im scared it will stick,

I understand why so many people take their lives,
Its so hard to speak up but really who will hear our cries,

Too many people begin to demonize,
But its us inside ourselves not who you see in our eyes,

Our enemies exist and they are all within,
But i try my hardest to just cop it on the chin,

Its been one and a half decades since ive been right,
But i wont let you see it ill keep it out of sight,

For the most part i do i try to be happy,
Yet at times like this i just feel so crappy,

If i take my life will you feel pain,
I hope the reaction wont be like a chain

Eventually these feelings will disappear from me again,
And i wiil feel good like ive risen from a crane,

These feelings come and go just like the side gate,
I just hope that it works out and will not be too late

I have hope for a more natural life in the end,
I hope that its not far away that its just around the bend,

I love to be free with no worries for me,
Just like the tides when you go out to the sea,

I feel at home more so when in the bush,
I just wish life was easy and not turn to mush

I want to live as free as a bird, 
But it is so hard when i feel like a turd,

I have a place im building a shelter,
But yet somehow my heart continues to smelter

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