My Therapy
Rigid or smooth, powerful or meek
My therapy comes in all forms.
Happy or sad, strong or weak
It can calm all the storms;
They grow inside me everyday,
But my therapy overcomes the voices
And reminds me that someday
He'll notice me; because his voice is
My therapy.
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