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22 lines
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# Support Class
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*Words like knives carving thoughts into the pages of my life*\
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*Like scattered scraps of paper torn and fluttering in the wind*\
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*So too am I temporary and fleeting*
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*Like fingers pulling back and tearing at a lockbox of treasures*\
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*The tendrils scratching and aggressively tugging at my heart*\
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*It makes me feel wanted*
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*The thoughts and feelings and memories and doting and loving phrases echo in my mind ceaselessly to remind me that I am better and more whole than I was before*\
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*And when I look up into the stars and see them shining back at me it is a reminder that I am a small and insignificant being, but that I am wanted and loved and cared for all the same*\
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*And maybe when it's thoughts like this I don't feel so alone and afraid*\
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*And maybe I can learn for myself to love who I have become again*
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*We fall into these traps like moths and flies sinking deeply*\
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*Desperately clawing and bemoaning our woes and fears*\
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*But it's not too late*
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*Fight, bite, bark, and resist the plagues in your own self conscious*\
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*I am the protagonist of my own hopes, dreams, and desires*\
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*And you all are my support*
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