Don’t Let Go of Us.

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Dear You,

I can still see the storm clouds behind your eyes. Brewing there in the depths. Clouded over by the “happy pills” you have to take every morning. Everyone thinks the worst of it is over. Everyone except you. But why? You don’t get the adult talk that goes on right in front of your face. Even their hushed voices are blatantly obvious. But what you need to realize is that they whisper to help you. To bring you back to normal or whatever standard of normal they think you should ought to be. Don’t let them bring you down. Don’t get frustrated with the relapses and bad days. Those will come and go, but at least I have you back. The you that laughs at jokes and then throws them right back. The you that is silly for the heck of it. Although I can’t tell if that’s…

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