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From my Fingers, I Wish. I Could Caress
Manic Depression so named no more Major Depressive; Affective this role. I know what I want but I just don’t know how to go about getting it. Feeling, sweet feeling drops from my fingers: Music. Sweet music, I wish I could caress. I think I’ll go tear-myself-up; go on down Really ain’t no use in…
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