I know this remarkable girl; smart, beautiful, and sweet.
A crooked grin, on her pretty face, and daisies at her feet.
Everyday she wakes up, poised for the battles of the day.
The scars of her war, though hidden from sight; always stay.
How I wish I could always keep her laughing, and full of cheer.
But all I have is my soul, pen, and paper for the one I hold dear.
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