I went bent to fly high in the sky with wings spread high. The Dark Ones come, so dark. Dogs bark. The doc was mixed in different ways. I couldn't answer simple pimple answers questions but very distracted about pain but differences remain the same. She noticed the way I speak and made a big deal about that I speak at autism conferences to bring the pain rain gain the storm. Angels are important, as is my mission. She raised the wrong pill and will decrease the wrong bong going and back pill that I DO need badly. Fly away from here. She said I am "manic." No, I am MIXED.