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Bent and jaded, her hearts shredded,
She bleeds easy so they tell me,
She's not worth it, not nearly perfect,
Try, bleed, cry, die, doesn't matter what you say or do, who you really are,
They still talk and point a finger at the scars, there peripheral vision can't see that clearly, they laugh and make jokes of how they say you're suicidal,
The blade, the pain, the hate, that's not who you are, it doesn't define you by far,
What kind of friends do they think they are,
Well **** them for not having the love in hearts to see who you are. You're my North Star,
I've found my way home, I won't forget who you really are, the night you showed me your scars, that night you touched my heart,
You said you'd keep fighting forever, that you'd love me forever,
Don't forget this no never, that our love is forever, your my North Star.......
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