Tormented Healer

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A therapist friend we have in our group

Whose smile is forced and their eyes forever droop

Beneath the surface, a storm rages on

But still, they try to be the healer, though their own battle is not won

They listen to our problems, with a faked empathy

Hiding the pain that consumes them endlessly

But little do we know, they are just like us

Broken and shattered, with no one to trust

Yet still, they stand tall and offer their aid

To all who come to them, with problems to be laid

For they are the tortured healers of our group

Whose strength and bravery, we all should emulate and coup.
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But as the years go by, the weight

becomes too much to bear

And in the end, they succumb to the darkness, without a care

For they are the therapists, the friends we hold dear

But in the end, death was their only solace, their only fear

So let us mourn them, for all that they've done

For being the light in the darkness, that shone for some

But in the end, it wasn't enough to save

The tormented healer, from an early grave.

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