I say to you that we can be good friends, very good friends, if we agree to give one another everything--every rich intangible morsel of our psyches and selves. Accept this plate of me. I will take yours. Accept fears and other feelings and dynamics. Hold me. Hold me. Hold me to save me from my monsters. If they come, tell them to go away, or tell them they don't really exist.
I have a lot of apples, but very few grapes. You seem to have a lot of grapes! Can we come to an agreement to make sure that we each have enough apples and grapes? Let's make a grapple pie!
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What do you need? What can I heal in you? I can create a very safe environment for you to sweat in. Sweat out your fevers and fears.
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