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Apr 2014
he was the first to see me cry
sitting down on the school halls
he picked me up and held me tight
everything okay?
do you want to talk?

and after a long conversation
when he said all i needed to hear
but i couldn't express all i wanted to say
he hugged me and whispered
*darling, you don't need a therapist.
you need a friend
sorry this *****
lia
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