We don’t have to
Let them sacrifice you
Believing an intuition
Could save your life
And give you back the moment you forgot
It could be simple again
The way we say it to them
Or how we say anything
Small games left on the shelf
It’s steady as you are
Outside in your head
Fight the algorithm
The race
The easy fix
Self help is an industry
Now we all have a mental illness
Thank you
Hazy Acres 
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