Mental Illness

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I don’t want to tell them what lies ahead.

I wish there was a way to cure mental illness.

The mentally ill have been lobotomized, burned at the stake, locked up and more.

We don’t want to be sick anymore.

I beg to one day be relieved of this burden

But of that I am uncertain.

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