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It's nearly time to go and now she tells me about the panic attacks and the anxiety. How can I let her go now, always wondering will she be okay, will she cope.
"An old soul" we always said. Young, fragile, sensitive, open to the woes of the world and so much more.
Love, security, and support will heal the wounds, will slowly build back confidence and joy.
It's a harsh world, so much stress from every which way. Don't soak up the sorrows of the world, you are only one. You will find a way to live with compromise.

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