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St. Dymphna Patron saint of those who suffer from nervous disorders 1. Her lily, her lunatics They founded a loony bin in Gheel, near her shrine Escaping with her confessor, the wife, and the court jester Away from the evil Father, King,Wanter. Dymphna died, But the power of her grave cured the sick of mind An adventure story for the unkind truth (Daddy tried to do her) Before she ran away and died (Daddy wanted to screw her) An unsullied mystic, a fill of faith (Daddy tried to kill her) Dymphna is our patron saint. 2. I saw them on a friend’s kitchen counter. I hide my SSRIs under my stockings and underwear. She confided to me about her SSRIs, so I told her about mine. I had hoped someone would be surprised, but no one really was. “You?You?” But no one said that. Can I stay on SSRIs forever? Even though I know the cautionary novel about soma, I said to the doctor, in the examining room: I’m not kidding,it has been like a miracle. So later, having found myself having said that word, Miracle, Out loud, I closed my eyes and said, St.Dymphna,thank you. 72 ...

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