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You can count, I can shoulder.

Wait, I will not run

From tender words I spoke.

But I endeavor

For myself. Not just for you,

I'll take it gladly.

You knock for a ton

Refusing's not my option.

Forgetting myself

Still not on my list,

Nor get you disappointed.

You can count, I can shoulder.

Wait, I will not run

From tender words I spoke.

For I possess

Life as you.

It's not needed to bother;

I'm not necessary... it's you.

Wala Lang (a compilation of random poems)Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora