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Apr 2013
i'm not your ******* therapist
for every pain
and every itch
for every hurt that you feel
I cannot cure
I cannot heal
the mind can boggle
it does with you
the things you say contradict
the things that you do
a double standard
seems to apply
if you can do that
then, why can't i?
and I do care
what you're going through
but somehow i'm the one to blame
when all the while it's you
overreact, then apologise
imagine dark scenarios through blind eyes
this overwhelming lack of trust
i try my best, do what you must
some days you just cannot see
if i didn't want to be here
then why would i be?
Written by
chelsea Palmer
688
   LH Dillard
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