Reaching out, my hands hover.
Like opposing magnets, your eyes hold me back.
You know the deal; mine is a sympathetic suffering,
It is your extra load - inevitable, like V.A.T.
We see the path before you,
The one you tread carefully.
Being with you is natural,
Behind you. holding onto your belt.
It's easy to be here.
Sometimes I have to decide not to.
That's the way it is.
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