A poem

I think you are brave to keep living
when you don’t know how anymore
when the odds are stacked so heavily
I think you are strong to keep smiling
when the waves keep crashing in
when the pain will not give up
I think you are wise to stop caring
what the thoughts of others are
accepting what cannot be changed
I think you are brave to keep being you
when so much wants to destroy you
dignified in the mess of humans
I think you are beautiful despite
the scars, the symptoms, the pain
when no one understands anything of you
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