Oh right on,
That’s the way to sing the song.
You’re so great
You’re so chill
Omg I might just spill.
A trauma story,
One or two.
Just to get a judge of who
You think you are
In my stories.
I know a compassionate listener
Without a savior complex
Is a golden thing.
Oh right on,
You’re so cool.
Keep spillin lines,
Cause I think I wanna drool.
Already enveloped
In comfort by my energy.
No need to hide
Your true self
Maybe that’s why I see your dysfunctionality
Before you even see me.
Brigid Faye, Reader 
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