Brave

There she lay, as she looks at the stars. She thinks about how she'll never be able to drive a car. They call her an outcast, she wants someone to listen. They can knock her down, but no one can take her happiness. The cancer is taking over, she struggles each day. One day they'll realize she was just trying to be brave.

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