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Dec 2017
Always giving
Never getting
Always talking
Never taking

One day will I run out
Of things to give, of things to say?
Always helping, never helped.
Is this the way?
I'd shout, but You won't hear;
I'd Sing, but could You care?
You: my loves, my people, my hearts.
For You is all that I do.
Here's to hoping I won't fall apart.
Written by
Emmanc  23/F/Florida
(23/F/Florida)   
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