Dear T,
I am thinking of you tonight but I think of you every night and every day. All I am guilty of was loving you. Was that so bad? I never hurt you. Never took advantage. I did nothing to deserve this humiliation. Did you think so little of me? I guess I know the answer to that. I am so sad, and now, I am without a therapist. Do you really think I could trust another therapist again?
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