Didn't you, my dear?

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I was lying

in the pit of self-pity

I'd dug for myself

When you gave me

your hand

and guided me out

of

the pit

I was lying and not buried

because I had dug the pit

myself,

refused help

and there was no way I could cover myself with the

dirt

And

you came, you didn't

throw dirt, but flowers,

and you built the steps

I needed

to get out,

so desperately

You nursed my wounds and

wiped my tears

Told me I was

worth

attention, love, praise

And that

I should have never found that pit

And

when I

protested and

averted my eyes

You said,

"I love you for what you are"

You could say it was like a music box

or maybe

a windup toy

because

it just kept filling

up up up

But

then again maybe not

because your

love

for me never really

had a limit

did it

My dear?

And

now you're gone

and usually

I would write about

how much I miss you

but

you taught me to only focus

On

The positive things in life.

Didn't you

My dear?