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Pen and paper, won't wait for later.
I'll make my own inkblots.
Give me a couple of minutes,
And I'll tell you what I've got.

Running several diagnostic tests,
I can do them on my own.
I'm sure whatever it is I have
There's no way I'm alone.

The mirrors talk so I talk back,
And then my hand returns the blow.
If I could, I'd get some sleep,
But how? I'll never know.

Nose to nose, face to face,
I scream at my own eyes.
I shiver, shudder, shrivel, shrink,
Until its echo dies.

Self-hypnosis never worked for me,
The watch swayed before I ate it.
Later on, I reconsidered. Now,
Out of my mouth, I hate it.

What is this that is ailing me?
Are you so blind that you can't see?
So imaginary, you can't be,
Like me, your very own therapy?