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 This poem is dedicated to Liz for all her help.
My councillor, my only trusted friend
The one who I know I can truly depend
Someone who won't tell the world my fears
Who is sworn to secrecy for the coming years
She won't laugh and tell me that I'm wrong
In this small room is where I feel I belong
Sometimes I go and sit quiet and still
Not say a word until my feelings spill
Then all of a sudden comes out mixed up words
That I don't understand and have never heard
She says it doesn't matter and soon they'll make sense
I am scared of getting hurt and am on the defence
A few months have gone, about six I'd say
Since I came here for the very first day
I stopped for a while thought I was fine
As I've soon realized what I need is more time
To sort out me, my past and feelings of regret
With your help, a special woman I'm glad I met.
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