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therapy

"how's it going?" she asks.

i stare out the window at the parking lot below,

realizing the inevitability of human toil.

i look up at her and smile,

"fine."

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Written by
sarahgrace
19 / F / here yet there
Published
Sep 27, 2020
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#therapy#mental#health
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