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Here's a little story of the girl who thought she'd never make it.

Growing up in a world that told her all she has to do is fake it.

Seeing the world in black and white isn't right,

and she knew it, 

but that little girl thought couldn't do it.

She tried and tried with all her might

everyday she'd ask herself,

what am I doing wrong?

She's been going at this for so long.

How can I make them like me?

All the other kids at school just want to fight me,

but why?

They don't know me,

they never knew me.

This litte girl grew up feeling alone

in a loving home.

mom and dad supported her,

but day by day and night after night

it took her all her might

to just not do it.

Her best friend even knew it.

One knot,

two knot,

three knot, four

and then a drop.

She could feel her body hit the floor.

Never able to get this thought to stop.

Fast forward to now,

little girl is older,

grow up and become much bolder.

Not afraid of these thoughts. 

Not afraid of what may happen.

She knew who she was

and she was going to make it.

This little girl never had to fake it.

She was strong and wanted what was best

for all the rest, 

for her brothers,

and her father and her mother.

She made it out alive,

the thing called life didn't keep her down 

for this little girl is Still around.

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