The past will only drag you down, sweetie.
I'll hold your hand through it all.
But you can't leave me.
The public has their own image of perfection
But to me, perfection isn't a body.
Don't alter yourself for them
Don't scar yourself for them.
Every time you do, the tears come to my eyes
You mar your skin to feel pain
Honey, you've felt enough of that.
If I could, I'd bring you to my arms.
I'd keep you there, shielding from it all.
I want to remind you
and it's something you don't seem to realize.
You mean something.
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