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I want you to be as harsh as you can. I want to share your burden. I want to help carry your load.

We fear certain parts of self will chase others away – forever. Sometimes we think we want that. But our friends stay. Our friends see a burden and want to share.

Show me the ugliness. Let me walk this life with you. Let me feel what you feel that you might feel it less.

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