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Dec 2017
A therapist
She is my medalist
She helps me to cope
And not just wash it off with soap
She makes me learn and understand
Even if I stand there bland
She pushes and pushes
Sometimes I only see bushes
But then there comes the light
And I can see a sight
A little bit of a positive future
And not  just a suture.
This therapist is amazing
Sometimes she makes me dazing
For EMDR so it calls
I feel like dolls
But that is fine
Because I get the sign
It is helping me tremendously
And it is so helpfully
Her name is Angela
But I would like her even if she would be a Pamela
She is my therapist
And she is my gold star medalist!
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Raphaela
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