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Where do I begin? How you closed me out, or let me in? You held my hand when things got rough but you shut me out when you had enough. You used me, verbally abused me but you never let go of my hand. You walked & talked like a man but I could see the child you used to be. The pain that hid down in your heart was ultimately what kept us apart. I was always there to understand the pain you felt, but you wouldn't let me in. And when I needed you to pull me up, You did with just a tease. You showed me there was no hope for me to get through my grief.