My parents are concerned about me. I guess they've noticed that I've forgotten how to speak, that I only brush my hair once or twice a month, and that anticipating tests makes me stop breathing.
They are making me go to therapy.
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What I Don't Say
RandomIn a series of poems, an unnamed narrator examines her best friend's addiction, her depression and sense of self, and what it is like to grow up when it seems like everyone she is surrounded by is falling apart. Containing elements of fiction and po...
