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Hand me your burden and don't spare the Whip

for those of you who do not care
know that i am always there
to comfort through the pounding rain
for you to cut when you’re in pain
and if you need an alibi
im here to hold you when you cry
or when the flowers cease to grow
shovel through the heavy snow
i am not here to laugh or smile
but should you hurt once in a while
i am here to share your pain
and store it in my crowded brain
i will never be your friend
but still i’ll bear you till the end
till my soul shivers with snow
and on my coffin poppies grow
these aren’t the words of one who cares
but simply one whos “Always There”

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