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I can never seem to escape my problems, but that's okay, because
I've always known I have a trustworthy and capable friend to help me through them.
Though, in reality, it's more like I have him clean up my mess, but that's okay, because
I guess it means that it gives me the right to try and return the favor.

You know, there's a certain pride to every person,
and it can really set a lot of people back, or so I say...
And yet I remain a hypocrite, pointing my finger at those who pay their dues.
But then, where do I stop being "no problem" and start being a "nuisance?"

I know he'd be there whenever I have a question or a problem to solve.
He'd be the one to teach me a new skill, speak with me, even if it's about nothing...
Transporting me back and forth, carrying me like a gold-eating child,
or a parasite who wants a mutualistic relationship instead.

He'd be the one pushing himself for my sake, no, any friends' sakes.
His mouth, stitched shut, his ears stretched wide.
We are the grateful debted to the generous banker,
and yet we cannot give any sort of compensation.

As always, once I learn to solve my problems, I'll be busy.
And then I'll lose connection with those who have done so much for me.
I try to pull back to them, to display my utmost gratitude for such lifelong lessons,
But then, I say to myself, "I'm making assumptions. He doesn't want what measly things I have to give." But one question remains:
"Could it be true?"