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I'M CRAZY? SWEARS?

Laugh.
Cry.
Shout out.
To laugh.
To freak out.
And cry more.

I'm crazy, in fact.
But it is not my fault if society does not see it.

Maybe the crazy ones are them
YES! ARE THEY!
The crazy for love, for money,
The ambitious on duty.
Those who claim to be "all powerfull"
But they don't know what they say because the are crazy.
CRAZY!

I'm the only who can cure them themselfs,
The again that surrounds them,  sadness that shakes them.

I'm the only one who can cure them of their own
Because i'm crazy, in fact.
But i'm normal enough...
Enough to cure them.

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