Your confidences are weights
Burdens I gladly accept
One by one
Altering my movements
Changing my focus
Dragging me, at times downward.
To take things would normally be selfish
And in some ways this is.
My own needs being met
In the fulfilling of yours.
So I pack and place
Shifting and shoving
Trying to see the world
Around, or maybe in spite of,
These secrets you’ve stacked for me.
Beautiful Dust 
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