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Interned Again

All this fuss to fix my brain Screen line beeps to prove my life What a mess to make me sane Back down in this bed I’m chained Nurses needles prick the same All this fuss to fix my brain Back again, that mental pain That cuts into me— real knife What a mess to make me sane Trying to make me whole again Just so that I will survive All this fuss to solve my mind But this life I do not claim Thrown back at me— still alive What a mess to make me sane Oh, just let me go insane End my life at point of knife All this just to fix my brain Hoping to return me sane.

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Date: 7/21/2025 8:16:00 AM
Severe pain can make insane but life is a challenge. Each one is bound to struggle. I can feel your emotions.
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Date: 7/11/2025 7:36:00 PM
"What a mess to make me sane" wow, that is powerful. It sounds like you are going through a world of pain, and if this poem is a reflection of where you are at mentally, I hope your mind heals and that your life improves.
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