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In a quiet room where sorrow unfolds,Lie to a friend with a heart of silver and goldListening, caring about every burden people share,But inside, emotions are heavy to bear,They wear a smile like a comforting glove,Helping others find strength and love,But in silence, when the day is done,They carry a tragedy, hidden from everyone,In the therapy room, where the shadows loom,The therapist friend carries an emotional tomb,Silent screams in the heart’s confusing maze,Their own sorrows are hidden under their comforting gaze,As they light the path for others to mendTheir own wounds deepen; a tragedy blendsIn echoes of silence, they quietly copeA healer’s heart tangled in hope,A canvas painted with others' despairYet their own palette holds colours unfairTheir eyes have a reflective pool of untold painA therapist’s struggle is hard to maintainThey listen to everyone,Yet no one listens to them,