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Brooklyn Myers Orlando, Fl
Two weeks later
"I cant help you if you dont talk to me Brooklyn. Im here to help you, to make you feel better" My therapist Tommy said
I dont know why she kept trying to talk to me, she was not going to get a answer back
"Whats is bothering you. What is causing your pain" She asked
"Can i go back to my room" I asked
"No actually our time is not up yet we still have twenty minutes" She said
"This is soo unnecessary" I sighed
"Well here" She handed me a collage ruled notebook " I want you to write all of your thoughts and problems in this notebook. I wont read it unless you give me permission. "You can only write in here i cant let you exit out of this room with anything so if you want to start you can" She said sitting down at her desk
I took one of the pencils from her desk and started writing
I always write my problems down but dont express them., so i just burn them afterwards
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"Debra i need Debra. I miss my DEBRAA" Joe the crackhead yelled as i walked pass him "Aye pretty come here" He said to me
I just ignored him and went to get my food. This food was trash and made me sick sometimes but i had to eat for the baby
"You got big juicy lips imma call you puff" He told me as he followed me
"And you got ugly ass skin imma call you wrinkle" I sat down
He started chasing after me causing me to freak out and start running around the cafeteria
"AHH" I threw my food at him causing him to stop
"Ayee man, that was some good chicken" He picked it up and took a bite from it
Thats just nasty
"You, you see you" He started walking up to me but stopped after i slapped his face
He almost lost his balance, but come back walking to me
"Puff imma fuck you up" He said getting ready to run after me but got held back by one of the workers
