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the strong one
i am always there as the shoulder to cry on and the one who listens. i am constantly there to catch people when they fall and piece them back together when they break.
no one steps in when they're aware that you're the strong one, you know.
they tell me, oh, you'll be fine. shake it off. it's going to be okay. but, is it?
it's truly hard being the base,
the shoulder, the glue holding broken pieces together, because there is always an unanswered question that lingers:
when i finally need a shoulder to cry on or someone to catch me when i slip and fall or something to hold me together when i shatter,
who's going to do it?
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