Therapy
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Get it out on paper,
Before it tears me up inside.
Don't hold on for later,
My soul will surely die.
Every name
Every verb
Every hurtful, hateful word.
Ink it out in fury
And then watch it slowly burn.
The ashes of that paper
Blow away with the wind
And I am standing calmly
It's no longer held within.
-samhudson
