I glanced to my right.
And saw them sitting in a group.
Smiling, chatting, sharing secrets.
I look down I see the notes of a lonely girl.
All alone.
With no true friends.
No one will accept her for who she is.
No one not even herself.
The courage of life is often a less dramatic spectacle than the courage of the final moment; but it is no less a magnificent mixture of triumph and tragedy...
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
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