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May 2018
Therapy never worked for me in the speaking variety

I found my way to process through writing

That’s how it all began, a therapy project of rhetorical devices

You’re asking me rhetorical questions

About the soul

And where brothers go after they die, no really, do you know?
Phoebe
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