Burden Bearer
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Practicing Poetess
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Pour your heart out to me
Don't keep it bottled up inside
'Twill fester and will poison you
Until a part of you has died.
We all need a sounding-board
A confidante, a place to vent
To bear your soul's a healthy thing
And it is time well spent.
Your burden's halved when it is shared,
That's what a friend is for.
So spill the beans, my friend, and you'll
Be carefree and have hope once more.
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