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I'll always be here for everybody, a shoulder to cry on. When my friends are stressed or sad they come to me and I console them. They say I'm good at it, being a shoulder. That I'm easy to complain to.
          
          
          I want a shoulder, sometimes, too.
          I want to be able to say, "I am not okay."
          I want to tell people how I'm feeling.
          Why I feel the way I do.
          But,
          I can't, 
          I'm stuck as the shoulder.
          The one who never complains.
          I'm the shoulder.
           :)
          How are you doing?

Okay so the Sherlock fandom is chaos at the moment, I was just sent a death threat by a sherlolly shipper holy shit