There is nothing to believe when you can see the truth.
And I believe, if you can help yourself why would you not?
I believe, that helping one is helping all.
Anxiety to be a cold lonely disease.
And I hold this truth to be self-evident, any help can help.
I believe I can save my life, if I am allowed to be light.
Accepting that my disease is valid and anything helps,
And it's a lot better than putting me in a hospital,
Sedated by medicine,
Wondering when I'll see the light of day again.
You can help.
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