He didn't even know my name
Yet still he gave it a try
Something in me begged me to be saved
He took my most precious fear
And I never asked why

He was a reclusive
Just like me
We sat in silence at first
Embedded in a cloud of smoke
He saw all he needed to see
Talking about expression
And the freedom of verse

He didn't even know my name
But he saw my scars through the dark
He was no stranger to my pain
And it was too easy to let down my gaurd

He knew that I was a writer
But that I'd been robbed
He said I shouldn't hide
And that I had to perservere
I screamed that I was afraid
And that if I start
Then the pain won't stop

No one was ever able
To pull me out of my despair
I refused to ever express myself that way again
But all of sudden I'm inspired
How the hell is that fair?
Once again, the passion and hatred
Are back in my pen

I owe this endeavour to him
And only him
I'm grateful for the will
To let my soul bleed
I appreciate him having the heart
to break me in
Thanks for giving back to me
What I need to breathe

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