Broken RecordA Poem by I Am Svetlana"Anything you say here is protected." That's what the therapist started with. How do I tell him that I'm not sure if this world fits me anymore? Expressing myself. Filthy and dirty. The whole thing felt ridiculous. "I know you don't show it, but you feel everything." He wasn't wrong. No one bothers to tell us it's dangerous, keeping it all inside. Then you begin to act out. "Why not let people know you?" He was so curious, eager to know. I'm nothing but a broken record. What else do you expect me to say?
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1 Review Added on November 9, 2018 Last Updated on November 9, 2018 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..Writing
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