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[title] => To Those Who Cared
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[bodytext] => I hated myself as I hated my life, I only knew pain and shame and strife. I didn’t know love and had no way to make it through each lonely day. As a teen I tried to end how I feel, but I was taken in by a friend to heal. It hurts that I can’t tell her today how much she helped me on my way. I learned to trust because of her, a little bit, but I was sure that maybe there was hope for me, there was a spark that I could see. I met a man who was good it seemed, who asked for help to coach his team. He somehow saw inside and then he started acting like a friend. He never judged me and because he accepted me the way I was I learned to trust yet once again, and owe my future to those friends. He was always there when things were bad, I stayed with him whenever I had a fight at home and had to flee, he accepted me with his family. Whenever I’m feeling bad I see there’s always someone there for me. It’s often one I do not know who reaches out to help me so. Especially my little evil friend has helped me more then all of them. She’s been honest, her words are true. and she has helped me through and through. Because these people cared to show what love can do, I learned to grow. I only wish that they could see how much their love has meant to me. darkhorse71 [comments] => 6 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Darkhorse71 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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