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Mental, I feel like I’m in my body like a rental,

Boiling up in my head like lentil

Having emotions leads to me taking potions,

But this notion is no promotion

My feelings lead me to depression,

But is this suppression a better lesson?

Safety and emotion give me devotion,

And helping others is my motion

My self esteem will keep me clean,

And then maybe I will be able to dream

Mental health is my great wealth,

And my great wealth is my mental health.

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