A young girl sits alone in her room
Shiny top, frail bottom
Her life has just been turned every way possible
Her mother comes in to comfort her
Though there is nothing she could do
The kids at school will all make fun
And point and laugh at her
All because she looks different today than before
But she holds her head high
And fights through the pain
Because she is beautiful
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