Fight
somedays its easy, to get up and live
be happy and move on
while others
its harder to see that things will get better
those are the days that she fights
she fights for her life
for her happieness
for her freinds
and her father
her Father doesn't care
but she still fights
she thinks of giving up
but her mind tells her she is stronger then that
so she continues
in hope that one day she will fight no more
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