Dear Little Therapist,
I Was The Crack In Your Wall
That You Meant To Fix,
But Never Got Around To It.
The Small, Dark Place Miniature
Insects Made Their Home.
The Place Where Dust Lay,
And Could Not Be Cleansed.
I Know Now,
I Am Not Just The Crack In Your Wall,
But A Live, Touching, Feeling, Seeing,
Hearing, Tasting, Smelling Person,
That Lingers In The Back Of The Crowd,
Unnoticed, Trying To Push Their Way Through.
I Am That Piece Of You.
Meepxrarr Community Member 
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