unfair
despair
pulling out all my hair
crying, aware
of how you don't caregasping for air
how did you dare?why can't you bare
deal with me, fair
i'm exhausted, yeah.i'm beginning to tear
apart the clothes you wear
you should beware
better preparei won't come back to you
i'm rare
i'm not gonna be found anywhere.
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THERAPY SESSION
Poetrybut what do you expect from a therapy session? poetry & prose