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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
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Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
Hide and Disappear
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
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q-d-malcolm
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q-d-malcolm
Canadian
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
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