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Un-entitled by Cody G © 2007
Un-entitled by Cody G © 2007
(former client of mine... patient journal)
Here I lay in my hospital bed,
My mind is lost, my heart is dead.
Please don’t feel my life is pain.
My shirt is marked with a big red stain.
I kept it real by the marks on me,
I have more emotions than there are fish in the sea.
Turned all around at break neck speed,
Just a little serenity is all I need.
When it comes to crazy, I do it great,
But when I find my mind it will be too late.
I can’t really tell you exactly how I feel,
Until I find out the wounds will never heal.
“The paradox of education is precisely this— that as one begins to become educated, one begins to examine the society in which he [or she] is being educated.” - Baldwin
(former client of mine... patient journal)
Here I lay in my hospital bed,
My mind is lost, my heart is dead.
Please don’t feel my life is pain.
My shirt is marked with a big red stain.
I kept it real by the marks on me,
I have more emotions than there are fish in the sea.
Turned all around at break neck speed,
Just a little serenity is all I need.
When it comes to crazy, I do it great,
But when I find my mind it will be too late.
I can’t really tell you exactly how I feel,
Until I find out the wounds will never heal.
“The paradox of education is precisely this— that as one begins to become educated, one begins to examine the society in which he [or she] is being educated.” - Baldwin
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