My job is to help people
Who often don't want help.
Their minds are somewhat clouded -
To their monsters they have knelt.
Deep down they yearn to talk,
But their mouths refuse to speak -
Their demons fighting tooth and nail
As I put them all to sleep.
They're living on sweet memories
And countless packs of meds;
I often sit a while and wonder
If we've really fixed their heads...
~ C. Spies
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