Preference:
It is funny how you can be someone's rock when they are down and needy. You lend an ear to their problems and their woes to bring them comfort. As soon as you show them how you feel they can't handle it and hang up on you. Not once but 3 times. What does that mean to you? I know what it means to me for it is self-evident. I can be a shoulder to cry on but as I feel it as well I comfort myself for gone are my shoulders to rely upon.
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wow, Wilferd, Im impressed, really well wriitten poem, I loved your brilliant idea which you managed to deliver very well, I loved your convincing tone and well chosen words, it's soooooooooo evocative and suggestive, well done