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You don't really know me,
All that you've seen,
Are the small broken pieces,
That slipped in between,
This carefully carved facade that I've made,
And my struggle with death in suicide's shade.

You don't really know me,
And yet, somehow,
Across ocean and country,
You're why I'm here now.

So I wanted to thank you,
For the life that you saved,
And tell you of hope,
That you, my dear gave.

How do I tell you how grateful I am?
I really don't know what to do.
I felt someone here pick me up when I fell,
And I do know, my dear, it was you.