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Sep 2020
I can't afford a therapist
So I go to free counselling instead
I guess it's the same
But I hear doors banging in the hallway
I know the woman at the front desk
I saw someone from high school
I saw a friends mom
They saw me leave the mental health clinic
Sup
I make conversation
I smile
I'm polite
I leave quickly
My hair is blue now
My ears are pierced
I've lost weight
I still can't grow a beard tho
I can't remember any stories
I don't know if I've had fun
I am not conscientious
I have trouble speaking outside of my script
I lost my train
And I flub my elocution
Pronunciation is hard
Easier to mumble
Deflect
Hide
and disappear
Q D Malcolm
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Q D Malcolm
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