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The Crutch

by @louis-pollard

They call me 'the Crutch'. And as such, I know how that sounds. But I don't like to speak about it much. See, people think I'm just nice. 'Nice and supportive', that's it. Gets me every time. But not for a second do they consider that once they've sat down and discarded me by the coats and the hats, I need one too.
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Jun 7, 2011
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For when people don't reciprocate.

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