Its Called My Friend

My pillow always cradles me when I am sad
Even when things get rough or get bad
It doesn't judge me or call me a name
It sits there and always stays the same
It is my friend that holds me, no matter what
It stays with me until my eyes are shut
It's there beside me through the thick and the thin
It will always be with me, right under my chin
Protecting me in my sleep and comforting me when awake
It will get me through many a heartbreak
Being used, time after time
My tear count continues to climb

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