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Nov 2013
I am always
The punching bag
the shoulder to cry on
the comforter
the listener
the talker
the 'here to make things better'er
the one to poke fun at
just to make yourself feel big
I'm here to talk you out of suicide
to make sure you wake up tomorrow
to ensure your happiness
even if i must sacrifice my own
I'm here to clear the darkness
from behind your eyes
but its my light that now fills you
I have been depleted of something more
I am something to go to
when you need someone
or need to feel
I'm not considered a person anymore.
Georgia Marginson-Swart
Written by
Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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