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Jan 2022
Fooled you, fooled you
Maybe even you
Congrats if not you
Liar, liar
My mouth was on fire
Telling puzzles no one could ever
Crack, even I lost track
I’ve written maps of words
That spell out depression
Deep flaws of numbness
Hoping they’d grow thorns
Needles that manipulate me into high anxiety
I won't bore you to where my mind would go
Boundless words I shouldn’t say
Until I tasted therapy
The only place that wouldn't
Swallow me and undergo me
Search stress that's post-trauma
And every day is a test
Here is to exposing my truth
And here is to trust
I'm only looking at you
And I'll serve you good
Just remember I am forever my life’s
Whistleblower of truth
Chapter Two: Massage Beds and Therapy Sessions
Confessions of Aggression
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Confessions of Aggression  WA
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