I WOULD RATHER GET DRUNK AND THROW UP IN EMPTY GIFT BOXES
than talk about my OCD
with a psychologist again.
Then I will tell my psychologist
this title as a joke.
We will laugh. And I will feel
sad because she'll know my truths
as soon as I am ready to tell them.
I will become a true patient then.
But she must be patient with me.
When patients open their pain in front
of her, ripped wrapping paper with tears,
does she accept the confession as a gift?
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