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I was ignorant and in my head
I wasn’t worried, I didn’t care
I was just living out my childhood
Just as one should
Suddenly what was happening seemed rare
Surgeries and a hospital bed
It wasn’t at all fair
I wasn’t eating, I wished I could
I just laid there and pulled up my hood
I felt nothing, I was completely bare
My body no longer felt dead
But I was losing my hair
I wanted so badly to be understood
I was out and I was home so I stood
My body wasn’t healed though, there was still a tear
You need the help yourself, she said
The voices inside my head were a pair
Forcing me to get up and feel good
I was more, I was strong oak wood
Near death made me realize the importance to share
My life should be my own but not without my swan
I was living closed off, but now that me is gone
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