Tag: notes
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The Therapist
For whatever reason, the therapist’s office looked familiar as soon as I walked in. Up until that very moment, I had been under the impression I had never been to therapy before in my life. My parents had never been ones to share their feelings very often and in return, neither did I. But there…
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The Only One
As I stared out the back door, I realized no one would understand as much about my life as the large oak tree in my backyard. She was the one I told all my secrets to and the one who I read all my stories to. The one who helped me edit my poetry before…