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CBT

”Does it quiet your mind?” she asked.

He looked at her blindly, searching for his words.

Of all the things he imagined her saying, this wasn’t one.

“Fuck, maybe that’s why I like it. Pain to distract me from pain.”

She nodded knowingly, “pain that you’re not creating.”

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