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Her life was hell,
She was broken when I met her
Though she hid the pain well
She cried for a rescuer

She was broken and hurt
Though she put out and act
She tried to show all that she was unhurt
She needed someone, and that was a fact

I befriended her, not seeing reality
To me she was fine, not painful inside
I never saw the true actuality
Unknowingly her happiness, I did provide

As time went by, my love for her grew
Though she felt the same way about me
Of this knowledge I never knew
I was the reason she lived, the scource of her glee

I had given her hope
To which I had never done before
To allow her to live, when at the end of her rope
To become the person she would adore

Her life was hell
She was broken when I met her
All of her pain I managed to quell
I had become her rescuer