Therapy 1

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when did you realize you had a problem
she asks this question with a face void of feeling or intent
words spoken repeatedly, their meaning worn down to something barely recognizable to her own mind
i almost went along
i almost answered her with the same tight words, the same ingenuine meaning, but this time i halted
she listened to me for money
i lied to her so i could lie to myself
and say that i was getting help
its pointless
i left the room
she didnt stop me
and ive never been back

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