For Life
It seems the day that I was born
God had plans for me that were far from the norm
White as snow -- Fairest of them all
I was born with a birth mark that was invisible
Marked for life -- A beacon of pain
I was destined to face challenges
I have been broken in nearly every way
The pieces of my heart are duct taped together
Beneath the layers of make-up are scars from battle
Without medicine I can not function
A child should not have to know such destruction
I'm only 17 yet my youthfulness is dull
They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
What scares me is what the future holds
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