Each of your wounds, each of your troubles.
They cut my own heart.
not with the true pain that you feel.
But like a phantom, like a ghost.
I feel an echo of your pain
and it burns.
I wish i could shoulder you burden
take them from you.
Free you to be the swallow that you are
so you may fly to the sunset.
So that i may be your friend, the tortoise
bear your burdens and free you.
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