SCHIZOPHRENIC

Feel the wind as it kisses you polite, Mother Nature has fought for your birth right, Listen to the ocean at night, Whispering to you a sincere advice.

”My Baby-girl, you are worth every mile, Flowers cry if you commit suicide, I promise you, one at a time, Don’t worry, everything is going to be alright.”

For a while, rest your fright, Today you have survived, Another episode of a schizo-meteorite. Now close your eyes, goodnight, sleep tight.

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