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May 2014
When you do the things you do at night
Your iPhone as your only light
A razor across your flesh conquers fear
Blood your contribution instead of tears.
To cope you say, my daughter, my daughter.
But we both know,
you get high.

I come to you with one request
To see yourself at your very best
Behind your eyes your beautiful mind
And all that marketing *******,
Leave it behind.  Because,

You are you, always have been, you
need nothing than to laugh again,
BE YOURSELF, HAVE NO FEAR,
My daughter, my daughter.
Written by
Steven Forte
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