

Pen on Paperpen on paper i let it go flowing like a river over rocks, to the dam and eventually it breaksPen on Paper
pen on paper i let it strike lashing at the chains holding down the girl until she is free
pen on paper i let it go like a hurt bird gaining flight back for the first time


Therapywalking down that pale, sunlit corridor, i felt so vulnerable.. so weak.. gettingTherapy
closer.. turn right, a waiting room. waiting for assessment, therapy. i'm not
c r a z y. a room, deemed soundproof, confidential. but i don't say a word. how do you trust
someone so cold, so unknown; when all they
know is your name..
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