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some pains

i can't share them all
i can't even make a call
to those who cares
to  share
those thoughts, those pains
everything to loose, only a few to gain
as my psych said
"i know that you are fed
up of your life but one more sacrifise
and please don't despise 
my words
but you have no choice but to keep your thoughts
and leave your body
in the lobby of death
with that being said
know that you'll be laid
back to back with pain
but you'll be sane
your choice; mind or body..."
so i choose my mind, leaving myself in a sea
of physical pain
but i'll be mentally sane
that's what i chose
but from the sea of chaos
i'll rise up and fight
till hope's in sight
and till i right
every wrong i've done
but till then i'ma put up a stoic front...
(a visit to psych and a choice made; mind not body)
-yakaa: jujaa:

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