No one knew this, I have kept this to myself for 20 years. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to hurt.

UNKNOWN BY ESSENCE MOORE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE  ISSUE 18

The drab white elevator walls close in on me. We only have to go up one floor but it seems like fifty. My feet feel as if they have lead in them and my legs are shaking.

Sitting in the waiting room for my therapist, I try to lighten the mood and not give away any information via my body language or …

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