No Therapy Sessions Please!

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Had a break down.
Voices telling me I'm lost,
Were getting too loud.
I had to see a stranger,
To explain something I also didn't understand.
She attempted to help me,
But I saw her as the enemy.
The next day, she waited and waited...
But I never went back.
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