Application to Schizophrenia:

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Saturday, August 8, 2009

I reach out of my little jail, A yearn for deliverance to no avail. Then rays of sunlight run away, As each fissure refuses to stay. I loose every perception of the world, My soul is left to bleed and mourn. As I wait to be lead to the slaughter, In the hands of those I call brother. I’m allowed to... Sign in to see full entry.

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