A flash I had

…about the introjected torturer. About the feeling of being imprisoned. You must go back in your box, back in your cage. The way I dissociate ever so slightly with this.

Important: who has imprisoned me? I do not think it is the university.

I think it is family and friends who imprisoned me here after convincing me I did not deserve to be here and should leave.

Axé.


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