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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2017-08-12 | | I felt bad when they were laughing, staring, and never understanding what you truly dealt with, and what it did to your spirit! I could see you hadn't slept, and there was nothing I could do or say that would help you... So I sat next to you and wept! Everyone said you were crazy, but the lithium made you hazy; you stood there staring fear! No one knew what it whispered in your ear I told you that I got you, that I'd never ever leave you or pretend I never knew you. I'll be here when there are few. For despite a bird losing__ a feather, it doesn't stop from flying... It flies out and find hope!
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