Consider the life of the disposable shoulder,
The other-people's-problems holder.
She's a generous heart, and her prides and her glories
Are a giving ear, discretion, and a stomach for stories.
She puts everyone's needings ahead of her own,
Patiently supporting a healing soul's groans.
You come with your secrets when you're going through hell.
You leave her forever, but she'll never tell.
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