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Sunday 30 August 2015

Dear Therapist.

Hear what I’m not saying, know when I’m not playing
Listen to my heartbeat, I’m sitting in the hot seat
Sense my mood when talking, see the steps I’m walking
Look beneath my eyes, don’t listen to the lies
Feel my inner weakness, overlook the meekness
See beyond the mask, this is all I ask.




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