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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Application to Schizophrenia chronicles a battle with social acceptance and spiritual identity leading the protagonaist down and out of the road of depression into self actualization.
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