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I wrote a little poem and I put it in my book.
If let you you ask me nicely I'll have a look. It talks of up and downers
and pills that bend your mind.
It tells of staff that don't care
and others that are kind.
It says the world is crazy,
but in here we are sane.
It wonders is it living
if you don't suffer pain.
It asks if we will be set free,
or will we end our days,
living in this hell hole,
until we change our ways.
On second thoughts, I've changed my mind,
it really isn't fair ,
to burden you with all these things
and wonder if you'll care.
So I'll keep my poem secret '
til after I am dead,
you'll find it written in my book,
and then it can be read