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By jwhwz

Life usually comes; With many choices. Except when one can't control; When she hears voices. To many, Mental illness is a joke; I wish that that illusion; Would go up in smoke. For each person has a reality; Different from another; Your mother, your father; Your sister, and your brother. Sometimes one's mental; Fragility; Scatters along the branches; Of one's family tree. There are things in life; One just can't avoid; Which is often a source; For one to be annoyed. But, we can only be; Who we are. One's answer may be near; Another's may be far.

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