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[aid] => mick
[title] => Shrunk
[time] => 2005-12-12 14:04:32
[hometext] => Part 1 of a mental adventure
[bodytext] => The room was bland. No personality. I found it a tedious task just to walk through the door. A chair, a desk and a chair behind the desk. The man ushered me through the entryway, urging me into the depths of the monotonous chamber. He gestured towards the chair, indicating I was to sit. I sat as he crossed to the chair behind the desk. In constant motion. Clenching my fists, wringing my wrists, tapping my foot, and staring at the man with a cold look. I was brought here just for him to delve himself into my life and purge my mind of all supposed abnormal idiosyncrasies . "I’m not gonna let you get to me. I will not let you into my mind. I am going to sit here in silence and you can only try to get inside." I said these things over and over inside my head; attempting to telepathically communicate to him what I thought I had already said to him with my outside behavior. The man sat arranging papers he had removed from a file. He placed them neatly in front of him, obviously not one to deal with a mess. Starting to ask me questions hoping for me to confess of some psychotic dreams, I looked at him knowing he was tearing at my seams. Everything was going to be different; for this man was my therapist otherwise known as my shrink. ~Kortnie~ ***Look For "The Aftermath of Shrunk" Coming Soon*** [comments] => 8 [counter] => 514 [topic] => 31 [informant] => justme03 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 7 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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