Playdate with the Voices

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 I can hear her.

It's not Anorexia this time.  Nor is it her sister Bulimia.  It's not even their cousins OCD or BPD.

No, it's a different kind of anxiety this time. 

This time it's their long-lost friend.

It's their lover Suicide. 

And she's begging me to come play. 


-H 

December 11, 2020

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