rough session…

…by the time i left…

…my eyes felt reduced to raisins…

…wrinkled by the sun…

…i could taste the salt on my lips…

…from dried, streams of tears…

…i wanted to run far away…

…to hide myself and my iniquities… 

…my transgressions and overall failures…

…i sat there and listened…

…i didn’t leave or “leave”…

…it was a rough session…

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