Your problems are not mine – for my Airor Angels
The first time I heard it I recoiled. I thought it meant distance, but it doesn’t. It means just because I have hurts, I can still listen to you. I want to listen to you. I am glad of something new to think about.
And I don’t want my peaks and troughs to make me an ineffectual friend, a taker and not a giver. I want to be there for you. I want the scales to balance.
Your problems are not mine, and I cannot take the hurts away from you. But let me care, like you do.
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