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Jan 2019
They used to think I was crazy
The would give me pills to “fix” me
I wasn’t crazy I just didn’t understand things
I was young!
But still I think it over and over that maybe I am
My own therapist quit his job
I remember just siting there with my head down listening to the words coming from your mouth
“It’s like he couldn’t help him”
I was young!
But maybe it was you that was crazy
You shouldn’t have to put anybody
Not even a kid through that
It messes with them
Call me Oliver
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Call me Oliver  M/Dream
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