To the ones who know each shade of me,
Every version, every melody.
To the ones who saw me at my worst,
Yet held me close, and never dispersed.
To the ones who lift when I am weak,
Who give me strength when hope feels bleak.
Your gentle hands, your steady care,
Remind me love is always there.
To the ones who walk this path with me,
Through storms, through trials, faithfully.
Your presence gleams, both warm and true,
A guiding star that carries me through.
To the ones who never cast a blame,
Who loved me still, through grief and shame.
To the ones who may not grasp my pain,
Yet understand me all the same.
To the ones who let my spirit fly,
Who never asked the "how" or "why."
For all your love, both deep and new,
My endless thanks belongs to you.
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