I remember when my my therapist told my mom I needed more support. People say you can't remember pain, but I remember this.
Tears were like rivers down my cheeks, onto my shirt. There was so much going on, I was choking on saliva.
The pain. Oh the pain.
It was like poison. Starting at my heart, spreading all over my body.
It burned and ached. It was so painful.
Being skinned alive would be a mercy compared to this pain.
Nothing has changed since then.
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Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
