Do not treat those moments lightly
Where understanding drips from every syllable
Just sounds
But the sounds you need
So full of self-doubt that it's shocking there's room left for anxiety
What does it mean to overflow?
Not much, if someone is there to mop up the spills
Without making you feel guilty, as if the chore is a joy
I hope I can be that person for others
Reassurance, needed but not asked for
Yet delivered anyway
As many times as is needed
I'm not sure why my brain sometimes assumes people hate me
But I'm grateful for the friends who love me beyond such logic
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