"Time is moving slower and slower, the closer I get to her the second I travel somewhere else. Somewhere far more daunting, she's no longer reachable." I confess to the therapist Worry lines grew on her face she stared at me with grave concern. I knew this shit would be a waste of time. No one was ever going to believe me. I shouldn't have came here. "Mr. Bolden I think Wayward Clinic would be a great facility for you." The psychiatrist replied handing me a brochure to a mental institution. How did this, become my life?
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