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And sometimes when you’re on, you’re really fucking on, and your friends, they sing along and they love you. But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap, and it teases you for weeks in its absence. But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through. You’ll fake it if you have to, and you’ll show up for work with a smile. You’ll be better and you’ll be smarter and more grown-up and a better daughter or son and a real good friend. And you’ll be awake, you’ll be alert. You’ll be positive, though it hurts, and you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends. You’ll be a real good listener. You’ll be honest. You’ll be brave. You’ll be handsome and you’ll be beautiful. You’ll be happy.