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Notes From A Treatment CenterYou can feel what I can't feel I can't grow, my heart can't heal You are one who'll never see I'm not here, this is not me.Notes From A Treatment Center
You "exist". I am not real I will "lie" and I will "steal" You are "nice" and you are "kind" I have slowly lost my mind.
You can "think" and then react You can contemplate a "fact" I can only blankly stare,
I am never really there.
I will always be explaining: In my world it's always raining You may try to understand But you'll never see my land.
You're very kind
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I'm not an artist!
Just because no one understands me that doesn't make me an artist...
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hit me
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no act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted
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no act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted
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