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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.
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