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Mind growing fuzzy,
Memories slipping like sand, 
Texts grow quiet-
She's knows the signs, 
She's seen them before, 
Too many years spent fighting this war. 

Seven years old, 
She realized her smile was fading,  
Eight years old, 
She hid inside herself , retreating. 
Nine years old, 
She learned that pain could bring release
A quiet kind of comfort, 
In a world than affected none. 

No one seemed to notice, 
She became a master of masks, 
Wearing a smile she didn't believe, 
So no one would worry, 
So no one would ask.  

She's been braving storms since she was three-
Witnessing things no child should see.  
Moments that stole her innocence, 
Left her carrying burdens far too heavy, 
For such small hands.  

But she still stands, 
Fading, fighting, surviving-
A quiet warrior in her own mind.