Your shoulder

Be still
I’m at home with my thoughts, my thoughts surround me
So many things lost
Watching so many things gained
By so many I care about
I guess I should be happy
And in a way I am, because I did this by choice
But how can you be happy when someone is somewhere you’ve been before?
Listening to this silence, but finally being able to hear
Yours is the only shoulder I can cry on

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