Just Another Mental Illness Day Age Twelve

Awakened realizing I was in shock she rolled me over and did it again are you glad? Sad a puppies brown hair green eyes frizzled dazzlers gelled hair. Thorazine hidden in my orange orange juice without a just claim to fame dipped in a language you can read on your toast. Simpson please rest with Spector there grow old and smile. Dreams mental illness rushed through your head no voice of reason, I Hide in my bed my arms are like a cross both of my hands in restraints. Rooms with no exits to many padded cells morally bankrupt that shrink was let go. He unfurled his sail Then claimed us as his cows and sheep and thus we smelt of sleep.