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Serene Madness

Dreams stolen By an illness With no compassion With no heart or soul A chalky pill A weapon against the madness That lives to destroy The brilliance that lives inside us A bitter illusion Our bodies free to roam the world While our minds are locked away Prisonsers of this frightening journey Inside this manic depressive existence That we call home

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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