"And he said…
I swear I’m not the devil…
Though you think I am…
I swear I’m not the devil…
I always fail to see…
The little things in front of me…
The things that mean so much to you…
A way to let you know…
That I appreciate…
The way you always tolerate…
But sometimes when I medicate…
Frustration in you…
Shows me how you feel…"
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