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Jurisdiction


They say schizophrenia is out of their jurisdiction. That what you have cannot be completely fixed. But I look at you pleasant and handsome "What is there to fix anyway?" I remind you to swallow the little white bullets they give you To remain calm and reasonable. But "What reason?" you ask. "I am reasonable! Ask your mother!" and I remind you she's gone. You sheepishly smile. You go back to a reality that only belongs to you.
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