Therapy

I lay back and close my eyes. His questions cut into the very fabric of my mind like a surgeon’s scalpel. My inner demons the cancer he was looking for.

Except a shrink wasn’t what I needed. No, my problems required a man of the cloth and an exorcism.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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