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[thelittledo]

I go to counselling now.
A woman named MaryJane
asks why I think I
deserve to be hurt,
why I feel compelled to
keep my loved ones from
all my sadness,
all the ugliness.
She helps,
but I'll twist her
none the less,
because I can.
I don't believe anyone
can truly love
what I
am.
because I'll never
tell the
Truth.
I am not an honest thing
I am your needs and will never cease to shift.