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One of my good friends inspired me to write this piece.

She was the girl who wouldn't take risks.
The kind who depended too much on what others think. 
And no matter how many ways you said it, 
She never felt beautiful enough.
But her eyes" her eyes could light up a ballroom; 
And her smile alone could tell delightful stories of heroes and monsters.
And if you would only search hard enough, 
I mean really rummage through her veins and memory,
You could find a happy child. 
But she was so far drenched in years of tears and blood, 
It was nearly impossible to recognize her.