My own hero

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She was a day dreamer,
A night thinker,
An over thinker,
She was one of those people
Who smile through everything
But breaks when she's alone
She doesn't give herself much credit
She puts herself down a lot
But step by step
She will get through this
She has faith
She has hope
And she will succeed,
They all said she would never make it
To her 17th birthday
But look at her now
Sure she has battle scars
But she's still breathing
She's still fighting

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