We all have sanity,
But do we have humanity?
The sanity I once had,
Was why I was always mad,
Ways out would make me sad,
Other times I was glad.
One day you were here,
Then the next day you were gone without a cure.
It was then I realized that I was dyeing,
Dreaming that I was flying.
You are gone,
And it’s killing me.
You don’t understand,
How much I miss you so.
In a few days like you,
I will be dead.
Tell me then,
What sanity do I have?
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