The therapist handed me a razor and I asked what was she doing. She said that I chose what to do with it and next session she wants to know what I do with it. I smiled in relief as tears fell from my eyes. You don't know what you're doing I told her. She asked what do you mean. I said I could easily end my life and you would never know and ran out with the razor with one thing on my mind. Death.
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