This is a short story, based on a song. The song's kinda spoilerish so i'm gonna put its link at the end.
Ps: i just finished this so it probably has some typing and pontuaction mistakes...I'll review and Bearbeiten later! :)
There he was once again, holding his knees in his arms, on the corner of that couch that he often tries to forget, and across from him, his terapist sat, cleaning her glasses with a tissue as she had his file on her lap, tried to, for the yet unknown, last time, understand and help him.
"So how are Du today, Jason? I'm glad to see that you're looking for the help that Du need."...
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