Jekyll will never truly know Hyde, Just like you'll never understand why I died, Cause you're so happy, Plotting more games to pass the time. I'll find another therapist, For when I eventually lose it, And when you step into Cardiology, They'll have their coats in a twist, "Check my heart, Doctor," "Why? ... It doesn't even exist." Please be advised that the poems included in this book make use of strong language. © All Rights Reserved
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