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Tue, 02/12/2019 - 15:59 -- lgold2

Rude
Obnoxious
Loud
Abrasive
Ornery
Depressed

I thought. 

    "Love her
     Teach her
     Care for her
     Give her the skills  she needs
     Pull her out of herself"

Leave me alone!
I can't
Dont tell me what to do!
Youre too pushy!
too demanding!
too helpful.
too kind.
You Cant Be Real.

She said. 

I just cant anymore;
she's
Too Rude!
Too Obnoxious!
Too Loud!
Too Abrasive!
Too Ornery!
Too Depressed!

My mind raced. 

 "Love her
     Teach her
     Care for her
     Give her the skills  she needs
     Pull her out of herself"

Is this our last day?
It cant be . 
Tell me what to do tomorrow
Push me more
Demand mor!
Help me. 
Love me. 
It's been so real...at last....

She begged. 

I learned
to
Love her
Teach her
Care for her 
Give her the skills
To pull her up 
and
I learned 
Love
Learned new skills 
and grew along with her. 
...she, in turn, pulled me up as well. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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