Reaching to the character concealed within the type black beneath the white coiled close, knitted tight She waits to fight. In the depths of a soul ransacked raging to be whole She’ll embrace a shattered heart and gathering she’ll start To fight. Imperceptibly, she dares inhales surfacing, laid bare shame and horror Now to care…
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Therapy today: Attachment
This morning I stubbed out a cigarette on my own skin because I wanted to feel something. I wanted to feel anything but sad. I was trying to shake myself up in preparation for going to the office and functioning externally as though I am a normal human being. Walking to J’s for therapy today…
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