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I am my own north star 

I am my own compass
I need not follow a weathered vane
I have tossed away the pointed shards
I cried, and now I’m done

These false prophecies
Leave me feeling no pain
This venomous smile
Leaving me wiser

I am my own compass
I need not follow the yellow brick road
I’m tuning out all the unsteady lullabies
I cried, and now I’m done

Too many tired, false sighs
Leaving me righteous
Scylla and Charybdis steer cruddy muddy waters
But I have my own charted path

My compass will turn into gold
I got it right
Its all right
I am my own north star

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