The 3 T's


When I was getting my heart broken,
three gentlemen helped me through it.


One understood my mind
like no one else,
related to my struggles.


One made me feel beautiful,
reminded me that I had
something to offer someone else.


One was concerned with
my mental state,
checking in on me daily.


When I was wanting to curse all men,
three showed me
that I could still hope in them.


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Dedicated to Tim, Tom and Troy

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