theres a familar chill in the air and im so excited i want to dance about! the leaves with change soon into their death cloaks and the air will howl, rustling the leaves to crunch beneath my feet as i walk down the sidewalk on the best of fall days. oh the happiness i feel when i need a hooded sweatshirt to protect my neck from the chill....
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schizoaffective bipolar type
PTSD
generalized anxiety d/o
haldol, prazosin, risperdal and prn klonopin and helpful cogentin
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