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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