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Many, many years ago,
He was the one I could see,
The one I came to know,
Whose name was Stevie,
This young man had friends,
A gleaming demeanor hid a dark interior.
No one dared to question my painted smile or the pain in my eyes.
No one asked, so I didn't tell.
Falsified statements." I am fine." "I am happy." I am not dying inside.
