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A War is Never Won

By leewin812, River Falls, WI

She may be a girl on the outside,

Seeming to be less than what's really there.

But in truth she is a woman,

Hardened by the cruel wear and tear.

Observe her closely.

Even if only an hour.

The way she carries herself,

The way she never cowers.

She's roughened from within,

Calloused deep inside her darkened soul.

Battle scars from trudging on weakened legs,

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