I'm proud of you and everything you'll be
red lines -- their names-- were whipped upon your back
But through my love I hope that you can see
one name that still remains written in black
Scratch out the past, the people who still try
to deceive you, confuse you, bring you down
Move forward love, not even asking why
slip past their grip, and leave without a sound
The future is your book, so write a page,
a chapter each day, a story of love
A pen will replace the sword used to slay
your confidence; now draw what you deserve
If you lose sight of what you need to do,
just retrace the name inked on your tattoo
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