It can be so simple, so little, such a small trivial thing.
To spare someone you know, you're close to, pain.
Even though it's out of your hands, it's not your call
You'd do a lot for them, to help the pain go, however small.
Everyone has troubles, burdens, but some are much more
visible, more tangible, more quantifiable and horrible.
To be carried for so long could make any go mad, and it
fills me with pride to know that he can carry it so well.
To remain normal, human, sane, when faced with such a thing
might destroy a normal person, someone lesser, but i'm sure
that he is neither, more super and greater.
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