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Therapy Sucks

I've been here for over a year And I hope the little girl with autism is okay. Because I haven't seen her mum here for a while meaning her time changed, she got out, moved places or worse. Still I find it lucky to be able to get out. Every week looking for an excuse. See. When I was transferred here I was told it would help. I'd be diagnosed. I'd get better. That was six months after I started and a year later here I am preparing how I'll lie this time. Because though I came here willingly, looking for help, now I want her to think I'm better. So I can get out.

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