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8 Billion Wards of the States

All 8 billion of us have mental illness some subtly so others profound its a matter of degree of shade.. some reach out - adapt become chefs-CEOS- presidents others curl inward cannibalize themselves crapping out psychopaths creeping about raking fangs along our plump peace cloud... We've emptied asylums population at critical mass somebodies gonna crack lay twisted neck upon the tracks derailing society plucking lives off the vine before they're ripe

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Date: 3/24/2021 9:21:00 AM
Such a sad piece of writing, Anthony, but so true, I am afraid. At my age, I'll probably not be around to witness the results of this bedlam, but I sorry for my children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildrens' sakes. Good writing!
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