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[title] => One Hour With My Pyschologist
[time] => 2005-10-06 00:42:54
[hometext] => ..Strange. Absract Writing I Guess.
[bodytext] => I took those few steps i dread.. into his office. I love being a closed book, and to be opened would reveal too much to understand. This is my second appearance here.. the first, we were just acquainted. Now I know, he`ll want to know something.. like of why I`m here. But the thing is, I don`t know why I`m here, I`d choose not to be. My poor mother, she says she had no other choice, couldn`t think of anything else for me. Well, maybe he`ll have some answers to my questions. So I`ll give it a shot. "So tell me, why are you here?" "Well sir, I`m not too sure what the answer is to that. So I ask myself the same thing." "You seem to be a very intelligent person." I just look at him.. with a glitter in my eyes from the sun shining through the window behind him. I gesture, showing my carelessness for his pointless statements. He requests that I sit tight, he`ll be back in a minute. Alone in this room.. too quiet for me. I get a rush of a strange feeling, like im isolated from the world, from time. I laugh at myself. I get comfortable on this chair knowing so many other bodies have made an attempt to do the same thing. Weights on my eyelids, I drift off ... They open.. I`m weak. Staring up at a ceiling. "Oh gosh I`m sorry. I don`t know how I ended up falling asleep" I seem to say that to myself. I`m still alone in this room. I get up fast, startled for some reason. I walk through the door, out of the room, into the waiting area. I see my mom. Relief overwhelms me. I`m so happy to see her.. I can`t help but smile. I give her a hug. I know now that`s as open as I`ve got to be. So much can happen just in an office of counselor, Even if alone. He left me.. but I know my mother could never do such a thing now. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 73 [informant] => AllyBaba [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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