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She looks at me,

With tear stains on her cheek.

I can see her spirit,

And it's fragile and weak.

I *FEEL* her pain

And absorb her sorrow.

Thanks to me

She can face tomorrow.

She's begging me,

To make it right.

It's my job

To help her see the light.

Now she smiles,

Her sorrow wanning.

She doesn't know

My soul is straining.

That's the price

Of my terrible gift,

Whenever I make

Someones spirits lift.

It is my burden,

That I willingly carry.

Within myself

Are these sorrows buried.