</>I like myself, I like who I be
I give of myself, so must to please thee
I care and I share and I try to be fair
I live, love and I strip myself bare
But, is that really me who sits in that chair.
I’m lost you see, in the cell and psyche
Trap in a mind of depressive dull
Lachrymosity drowns out philosophy
Tyranny in a ruminating cacophony
Exploding in my ever thickening skull
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