Poetry… forgive me for the little vulgarity in this piece…
There’s a fine line
between an asylum
and the world outside,
a trace of insanity in the mundane,
a hint of sanity in the unreal,
life, but a bit of both,
riddled by uncertainties all over,
which begs the question,
who are we trying to please,
calling ourselves sane and shit?
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