I don't mean to inundate you
With the writing of my thoughts
When you're drowning
In you're own
But inside myself
I am vulnerable and delicate
With nowhere to roam
I have endless compassion
And a very sympathetic ear
If you want to talk to me
I am always here.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
I don't mean to inundate you
With the writing of my thoughts
When you're drowning
In you're own
But inside myself
I am vulnerable and delicate
With nowhere to roam
I have endless compassion
And a very sympathetic ear
If you want to talk to me
I am always here.
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