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A mirror is set in the center of a room crowded by addicts, a candle lit on each end of it. 
A therapy session to release, and say goodbye to a loved one that I never had closure. 
" Just look into the mirror and speak freely" how is a young adult suppose to take this? 
Slowly, and hesitantly I speak....
 unsure with all the eyes scrutinizing and ears attentive.
"Hello mom it is me, your young baby girl, grown up in a life of self destruction, 
with nowhere left to turn. I am not sure what I am suppose to be doing here? 
I am not sure what I am suppose
to be saying? This is silly.... " I attempt to take a deep breath, it is so shallow.
 I gasp for air, is this a panic attack?
 No, I begin to feel my lip quiver, my body shakes.. all the faces in the background
diminish. My adult voice, takes  new form, it is of a lost nine year old girl. 
I cry out, why did you leave me? 
It was not fair, as I stumbled across the hot desert highway to see your lifeless body
covered in blood. Weak from my own wounds, dazed and confused from being trapped between 
the bed of a truck and 108 degree asphalt,
 flipped too many times to count. I fell, I did not make it 
to you. I was unable to tell you that I was sorry,
 I didn't mean for my immature last words
to be that I hated you. Forgive me, I loved you mommy


Then suddenly, I was once again aware of my surroundings. 
I look up to see so many weeping eyes around me, touched by what they witnessed. 
Here I sat in front of them, vulnerable.. yet not caring for once what they thought. 
Self release of tortured words that were left unsaid for over 12 years....

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