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Once ago, I wrote to him

And he heard my voice

He knew my cries

And the power of my eyes

He knew that no ones else

Could bear to understand

He knew my truth

He knew everything

When I wrote to him

Now, I write to me

Because without him

No one else deserves to hear

No one else would understand

No one else could care

He was my hero

He saved me from death

Of loneliness and desperation and fear

But once again

Here I am