Once

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Once opon a time I could speak my mind.

Once  opon a time I didnt have to be medicated to be okay

I was sane

I didnt need help making it through each day.

I was the me I used to be. the one with all the pink

Now i cant speak my mind without being yelled at or told im insane

Its not my fault I hear voices in my head

Why do you want them to shut up 

NOT EVERYTHING DIFFERENT IS BAD

just because i see the world differently just because im alone

doesnt mean I dont need a friend I need somone who doesnt care how crazy I am

Who wont laugh at y stupid ideas. SOmeone who knows Sometimes you need to cry.

SOmeone who would actually  care weather Im alright

Because most of the time im not.

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