The relationships you've been through,
the tears you've cried
are all fragments
on my shoulder.
You were my crying shoulder
and it always comes my turn,
when you say, you feel like
dying but I just hold you tighter.
Cry for a while
I will be a shoulder
for another one
of your heartbreaks.
But, as another comes along
you think I will turn away, yet
I am still standing here holding you
and telling you it will be okay.
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