We were all there for different reasons
Either too high or too low
Some fast some slow
The racing thoughts slowed down behind each cigarette
The laughter, the tears, the rules we had to abide
We Talked freely about the demons inside
Conversing about meeting up on the outside
What happens when two worlds collide?
We knew we would never meet again
Societies misfits
We could care less about fitting in
Never had I met anyone more real
Then the individuals behind each forced meal
Gods rejects?
I'll never be the same
After living with the mentally insane


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