Dead Angelica Version 20 *-* You Ripped My Heart Out Of Me, Then You Put It Back
Child Psychologist II
I don't think they wanted
to let me go home.
But I promised them
I wouldn't do it again
and that I'd 'see a professional'
-whatever that meant.
I don't know, I didn't care
I just wanted to go home
rather than stay in the white bland hospital
so I lied to the Child Psychologist
so she declared me
'fit to go home'
so I went home
home at last.
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