Be their ears and listen
For what they say is your own mission
Although you walk a jagged path
With shoes made out of ridged glass
Be there for them until their tears
dry up and pain can pass
They'll help you if you only share
The shards you hold quite dear
If not, you shut the gates of help
A guarded, broken gear
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PoetryJust a bunch of random poems I wrote in my free time. Enjoy :)
