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Sep 2016
All this kissing
And touching
And loving

So foreign
These romantic
Relationships

So foreign to me

No woman
Touches me

She failed
My therapist

A complete
And total failure

Because of her action
She only succeeded

In making me more
Remote

She succeeded
In helping me
Trust human beings
Even less

Great job
Really
Great ******* job

With your Masters degree
And your state license

And all your experience
You messed it up

You really ****** it up

Go pray to your
"Higher power"

You are weak
You sicken me

You dishonor me

I wish you had said
You would miss me

In my angry moments

I become frustrated

You hedonist
And lover
Of your self
And your own life

All I wanted was
To meet once a week

Repent for your grave error

I have repented
And you should too
You miserable wretch

You, You, You
You miserable wretch

Who smiles and encourages
Who builds a relationship

And then leaves

In my angry moments
I curse you
Dedicated to my ex therapist.  Who I will never see again.
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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