we walk around to people.
holding out our hearts.
saying here i am.
i am weak.
and the other person hides away their brokenness for us.
and lets us think they're strong.
they become strong for us.
then, when we feel comforted.
they turn to the person next to them.
and hold out their shattered hearts.
we have all wiped away the tears of one.
while our own hearts cried.
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