Of course, I'll pick up the phone.
Just to listen.
From time to time with our eyes locked.
Of course, I'll steer endlessly through your despair.
While I listen.
When I'm no longer needed by you to listen.
It's my feelings and opinions that I want you to hear.
Your hurt and the pain overwhelms you.
If only you could try to find time to consider whether or not I am fine.
Picking up the phone only when grief fills the air.
In their mind, there's the fear of pain.
To face Alone.
Why not confide in me?
I'm here to listen.
when consumed by thoughts of consecutive circles spinning round and round.
You know where I'll be found.
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