therapy session-1

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PLEASE NOOO!!!!

Those we're the last words I hear from my mother .... before my father Slotterd her to death.
Now she visits me in my dreams.

When I was 5 I would always wake up at 3:33 and get out of bed and start singing that my mother sung me when I would cry has a baby.

It went like " don't cry little baby your not a cry baby don't think about the bad dreams. "

I would also play with my mom.
You know sometimes I can...... see her. That's why I don't like to take pictures anymore. She'll always be there looking scary.

She used To be this beautiful confident women. But know she has long black drenched hair that covers the sides of her head. With a long white dress that tore up. Worth her girls hanging out . When she walks you can hear shackles around her arms and feet.

Therapist :

Well I think you need some help

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