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Stephanie


 

 

Im Stephanie and Im different 

 

My life imperfections arenʼt hidden in my mind or lost in my memories

They donʼt just come out to play at night

There painted on the outside for everyone to stare at

There constantly reminding me that I will never be normal

They are called scars

 

Scars caused by heart defects that will last forever 

I didn't ask for this life its just the cards I got handed 

Their are a few things a person must accept when they have sacrs

 

1.While wearing a bikini I will always attract attention 

2.We can always play connect the dots 

3.I have my own art! Who needs trap stamps, anyways ?

4.We don’t need stars to see constellation

5.Poker faces are a must have 

6.​My scars tell the stories when my mouth forgets to speak

 

Speaking is not my best quality 

Im shy and unsure of myself 

Mumbling, Blushing and Smiling is how I interact.

 

Books are my best friend 

They restore the dreams in my life when I lose faith in reciving a happy ending 

They make me laugh, smile and cry of happiness

Their always easy to carry even when I have to stay in the hospital

There full of quotable lines and even character names worthy enough to be used as baby names

Books are also a reason why Im in college to become an English Teacher!

 

 

 

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