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It’s a privilege, To be told just a part of your story. You entered the room and my life. You let me in with no holds barred. You told me where it hurt, And I was the one who truly listened. You left, less encumbered, And with a light to carry you Through the darkness. My door and my heart are open; You’re welcome to return. If the story needs a listener, I’m here.
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 1:57 PM UTC
Privilege
It’s a privilege, To be told just a part of your story. You entered the room and my life. You let me in with no holds barred. You told me where it hurt, And I was the one who truly listened. You left, less encumbered, And with a light to carry you Through the darkness. My door and my heart are open; You’re welcome to return. If the story needs a listener, I’m here.
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 1:57 PM UTC
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