Broken and beaten,
Withering away.
You held out your hand,
And promised to stay.
You gave me advice,
Each and every day.
Even when I begged and pleaded,
And pushed you away.
I can see myself,
Getting better.
Thanks for the insite,
You were always quite clever.
Now its time for me,
To let you know.
I'll always be here,
For you also.
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