The way she survived was like poetry
So sad, but yet beautiful in the saddest way
No matter the sorrow, she made someone smile
But could never seem to make herself smile
She tried for a while
After years of trying
She finally accepted that some people are meant to heal
What I mean by that is
We absorb the pain of the ones the love
We assure that there is a power from above
We may be hurting, but we'll never show
Even when things get really low
We wear ourselves out
Just to show others what love is about
So give me your pain and maybe I'll make you happy
Then when you've had enough
I'll do you the favor, of walking out
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