Sitting again in this soothing warm chair,
telling wrongdoings from ones with no care.
She asks all the questions, making me talk,
trying to find answers. Oh, how I balk.
Don't want to explore, yet have to remove hate
in me and myself or fear won't abate.
I'll keep coming back to this harmless chair.
Even if no answers, I sit stably there.
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