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Poem about how the damage of internal warfare can be reversed through the written word. |
| Medicine won’t Calm my mind And lashing out Is not too kind So what do I do When I need to find A way to unbottle my thoughts? Electrotherapy Is way too crazy And suicide Well I’m not that lazy So what do I do When my future is hazy? I sit and write it out. What is more calming Than a letter never sent One where you can rant and rave Until your angers spent Where you don’t need to explain What you really meant All because you wrote it out. |