I wasn’t a bruise,
Nor was I a scar;
I chose to be the stiches,
For the cut that you are.
I wasn’t too close,
Nor was I too far;
I chose to be the satellite,
For the planet that you are.
I wasn’t a Butterfly,
Nor was I a Flower;
I chose to be the thorn,
For the Rose that you are.
I wasn’t a born hero,
Nor was I a star;
I chose to be the Batman,
For the Gotham that you are.
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