My dear, Should I call you that?
As doing so brings bad memories from the past.

What am I writing? I do not know.
All I want is to make my feelings known.

To be honest, you were my best gift.
You still are, though you won't admit it.

You were with me through hard times and good
always making me stand as I should.

Supported and defended me
when even my own family shunned me.

You who I told all my secrets to
When I felt that I was worse than you.

You who pulled me in and comforted me
You have always been there for me.

Imagine how I felt when you suddenly left
"it's over," you said. "I've tried my best."
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