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I want to be the net that catches you,
but I'm not knit nearly tight enough and you'll fall right through. I want to be the blanket that warms you, but I'm simply just too thin and you'll still catch a chill. I want to be the candle the leads you, but my flame blew out long ago and you'll get lost in the dark. I want to be the pillow that comforts you, but I'm lacking the softness and support to give the rest you need. I want to be the tree who holds you, but my roots are far too shallow and I'll topple over when you lean. I want to be the hand that lifts you, but my owns weights are too heavy and I'll bring you farther down. I want to be the laugh that cheers you, but my joy is buried in pity and you'll be left with your sorrow. I want to be the walls to protect you, but I'm broken and crumbling and you'll be left wide open. I want to be the medicine to heal you, but I'm afraid I'm much too weak and you'll be left still hurting. I want to be the friend you need, but I'm just me, and I might not be enough.
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