A Schizophrenic Couple: Part 4
By jwhwz •
My brain becomes;
Much too slow or speedy;
Then, I become a wreck;
And become too needy.
But, I have to be open;
To self-help;
Or my mind will be as intelligent;
As dried-up kelp.
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