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May 2016
**** life

that's All she is

Tired being nice

**** Her friends

They call Her up

They want to chill

Give Her space

Trying to find who she is

Trying to find the way

To make them

understand

What the pain

She go threw everyday

She brings it up

then they are running back away

Like She insane and crazy

But we the same

Only thing is off

Is are brain chemistry

So She sit in back in the class

Teacher talking

She raised her hand

Why dont we have

A class about

The mental ill.
Andrew molder
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Andrew molder  30/M/Cedar rapids ia
(30/M/Cedar rapids ia)   
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