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Writing is therapy for me, it always has been. I don’t do well with traditional therapy, talking to a stranger about my problems just is not for me. Give me a computer and a quiet corner? Whamo! Problem solved. The whole world can know about my problems if they really want to. Anyways, I’m going
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It’s dark and quiet in the room. The lights are turned down low. Your family has left. It’s just me left. Just me, and you, and your quiet slow breaths. I pull a stool up beside your bed and wrap my hand around yours. I could leave. Your family has. Apparently at peace with what
I Would Rather Be In Bed 