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An Hour With a Psychiatrist

I’d like an hour with a psychiatrist To discover what I already know A deep releasing conversation Go places I dare not go I’d lie back on a chaise lounge I don’t care if it’s a woman or a man I’d go deep into the recesses As truthfully as I can Maybe then I could sleep peacefully Though I confess I’ve done nothing bad I would understand who I really am A piece of mum and dad. My inner thoughts and fears And all the things that scare Maybe I’d burst into tears Maybe, there's nothing to repair? David Cox 01/07/22

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