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What is psychosis but a sinkhole Where the self loses its parts and whole Tied to a big rock called depression Every attempt for leverage is doomed to recession Psychosis is a double bevel knife That joyfully tortures a person's life Every fragment is a derelict feeling guilty like a convict waiting for his verdict Rising becomes as reality, an illusion There is no hope for resolution

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