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The Writer In Me, Wants You To Know 
7/31/2021

Mom, they called me 
I was only nineteen listening to everyone talk about their problems
They hauled so many burdens
until I was able to release them. 

What about my problems?
I sit in front of my mirror 
talking to a face looking back at me 
working through our problems together. 

Their burdens become my burdens 
I work through them all by talking to the face in the mirror.
Lonely, as I sit and cry to my therapist in the mirror
Only nineteen and in college getting a degree 

I do not want to be the therapist  
Because I am the one who needs therapy  
The mirror is going to break as it is full of secrets 
No one knows that the girl behind the mirror is desperate 
For a therapist.

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