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Therapy is a hospital gown one that doesn't quite close leaving your *** rather perpetually exposed and your extremities pink and cold. These turn of the century revelations oh- don't misinterpret me they're grand, they really are, early childhood trauma chronic necessity for control attachment issues, oh yes? One week, I'd like to buy seven consecutive days Where all the ships are turned back to the Caspian With their dead-weight cargo of clean-cut shining golden bars To add to the mortar of muddled fucked-upness. "Looks like we made some breakthroughs today!" Don't break eye contact.  Bare teeth. Upturn pink lips. Happy Face! "Breakthrough. Yes. Great. I feel great!"
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 2:58 PM UTC
The Trouble With Therapy (Is Your Secret Bits Show)
Therapy is a hospital gown one that doesn't quite close leaving your *** rather perpetually exposed and your extremities pink and cold. These turn of the century revelations oh- don't misinterpret me they're grand, they really are, early childhood trauma chronic necessity for control attachment issues, oh yes? One week, I'd like to buy seven consecutive days Where all the ships are turned back to the Caspian With their dead-weight cargo of clean-cut shining golden bars To add to the mortar of muddled fucked-upness. "Looks like we made some breakthroughs today!" Don't break eye contact.  Bare teeth. Upturn pink lips. Happy Face! "Breakthrough. Yes. Great. I feel great!"
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 2:58 PM UTC
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