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The Psychologist And Her Patient Part II

Isn't it weird to stroll in the shadows,
Consumed bit by bit by your thoughts until your soul becomes hollow.
My palms wiping your tears,
Yet mine are dripping luring my fears.
I suffer in silence overthinking at night
In spite of your efforts I still choose to remaining quiet.
I'm too grey for black and white,
I know how it feels to lose sight.
When your flair doesn't ignite.

I'm too broke to be part of you,
For my pain is a spear not glue.
My tears are real but the glossy look in my eyes is not really true.
I may never know how,
But the moment i let you in.
All you'll feel is sorrow.
I can never fulfill what you're craving,
My pain is the reason why I am hurting,
To add another victim I'm not willing.
For my silence kept you smiling
As soon I move my lips you'll start bleeding
That's why I'm listening and you're sharing

Surprised to hear such stones hail onto her fragile heart, not breaking it apart but instead shaking her bones.
So you have embraced this life into your bloodstream, she asked still trying to hear the truth my soul has hidden scream.
Yea I have, I tried getting rid of it but how can I if it's the only of dreams that keeps me quiet at night.
My life is like a book but one that has hidden it's cover,
You may read through the lines, but still feel like an illiterate. You mind is focused on what it sees on the surface so I find it easy to keep my pain under. Wait she stopped me before I could carry on, my bad I let a tear drop, it didn't splash as it kissed her palm. It actually bounced off and sunk into the sleeve on her right arm.

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