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Dec 2015
I am a therapy of sorts.
I can listen to your woes
Massage your tired feet
Perhaps make you some cookies
Or other kinds of treats.
But I am not medicine.
I cannot cure all your worries,
Or stop the consistent aching in your heart.
I cannot stop you from going over the edge
Or tearing yourself apart.
"My dad thinks I'm depressed and says I should be around you more because you make me so happy"
Ava Bean
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Ava Bean  Portland
(Portland)   
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