Sanity Is a Fragile Gift
Sanity is a Fragile Gift
Sanity must be a fragile gift; so many lose it.
Whispered voices in our heads. Who are you?
Guilty? Or maybe a victim of circumstance?
My biology and chemistry are enablers.
Valium and Xanax and beer and wine help me to
not scream naked in the street and break down.
Anything to avoid trips to the mental wards.
That becomes their go to "treatment". Lost...
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