Therapy Session

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By Tim Pozzi

Mom, wouldn't you cry? If you saw my heart, if it was laid out for you. I don't always lie, but I don't usually tell the truth... There's too much and I'd loose it all if everyone finally knew. I'd be a sham. I'd be a lost cause, I'd break hearts and pause for the next 20 years to remember exactly who it is I've hurt. Mom, wouldn't you try? Can't you just open your arms, hug me one last time tonight?

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