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A Phone Call

I never thought I would have a connection with you.

You always seemed distant and cold.

Always wanting to talk about

Work or school.

Mostly about the future.

But when you were concerned about me

I called

and we talked about how you were effected by a mental illness

And you were proud of me for talking about it

Naming it for what it is.

Because when you name it

It loses its power over you.

I just hope you realize that. 

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