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Me before You


As each day goes by you poke and prod

never letting me be names that hurt like a gun shot wound 

only it leaves no visable scar 

sticks and stones may break my bone but those names have always hurt me 

you walk tall and never letting anyone see why you are so mean but i know why 

its not that your mean it that you dont know what a friend is you dont know your 

worth or that anyone is cabable to care about you but you never gave me a fighting

chance to show you the best friend you never let me be

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