With gratitude, I’d
like to begin this writing. I see you as a blessing in my life. You came and
cheered up my days. You helped my confidence grow. You gave me chances to be a
nice person. You said “Come in,” and you opened your heart. That was a long
time ago.
Things can’t always be
the same, though I wish they could. What did I do, what did I say that now I am
a stranger to you? What turned me into a dangerous man to you? What put fear
into your heart? Or is it hatred? Why?
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