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The chemical straitjacket of the shrinks who
Always think they know but never do
Does not fit me because they do not get me
Left behind to right my mind myself
In my age in an age of anxiety
Falling through the cracks of society
But minding higher finding a higher shelf
Alone and on my own a better
Remedy to free me not to fetter
Not medication exploration
Freeing me so I may see what I may see
From the view up here surprisingly clear
Up above where love is the explanation
The voice of love never answers to fear
Though the door is always open to the free
So here I am where I want to be
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Ron