Cheap Therapist.

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Out of the blue she said she missed me.

Words I never thought I'd here her say.

Words no logical person would say.

After all I had done it seemed strange.


I think of all the ways I used her.

I remember the lines I had crossed.

My hands still shake when I think of that.

How could you miss me when I did that?


We brought the worst out of each other.

You brought the savage out of me girl.

I always brought the witch out in you.

Who on earth could miss such a nightmare?


There must be a new desperation. 

How many bridges have you burned dear?

Trouble must be on the horizon.

For no other cause would you seek me.


Indeed you have reached a breaking point.

All others had been driven away.

One too many childish decisions. 

Heroin nearly got you this time.


I can be your cheap therapist girl.

I know you regress from past trauma.

I know you better than you know you.

My ego will savor every word.

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