She is small, and pretty.
She.
She full of energy, despite from her small figure.
She.
She is nice, and kind.
She.
She smile everytime she see me.
She.
She hide her sorrow under a smile.
She.
She smile so bright than the sun till nobody ever thought about the storm in her life.
She.
Broken and small,
Sad and crying,
Under her mask.
She is strong. I know she is. She is brave. I know she is. She will be okay. I know she will. Just hang on a little longer, my friend.
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