Day Twenty One

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12 October, 2013
Day 21 without you

They are letting me go. My psychiatrist is signing the papers. Did I tell you I have a psychiatrist?

She's lovely. Each time I see her she always brings you up. I think it is a good thing but I think most people would not.

I love talking about you. There is always so much to say when the topic is you.

I think that maybe because of her I am getting my smile back. Not a forced smile, but a genuine one. I will miss her when I leave this place.

Did you think that you would miss me when you were taking your life?

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