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Another Day...

Oh how I had a crush on her. She was so cute. And seemed so together till they dragged her off for Treatment. I kept wanting to ask her out, but how? “When you’re finished struggling, are you free tonight?” Why would she want anything to do with me? I blew it from the start when I asked “Did they stick you in here cause you weren’t working right?” Besides, how would it look for me to date a mental patient? Then again, how much do I care? She looked pretty normal the rest of the time. It wasn’t until she started talking about where she was from you’d really notice. I snap back to our conversation, where you are looking for a response. This is boring. All we talk about is you. I give answers you approve of and we’re off again. I guess it’s not so bad here. There’s a TV in every room, and it’s free, even pay-per-view. Which you’ll need if no one’s gonna visit you. Sometimes I wonder what happened to her. Oh how I had a crush on her. She was so cute. And seemed so together till they dragged her off for Treatment.

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