A counseller is like a mole who burrows deep and leave heaps of dirt exposed.
You are what I fear most
a mole to burrow into my innermost
private precious memories
and tell me what you see
I have had bad things happen
and deal with it the best I can
I can no longer just rely
on my patient and caring man
Each step towards you
is so very hard to do
It almost makes me want to cry
and doubt it is worth a try
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