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Was born to write


As a child i've always been the outcast

others like junk food, but i like fruits and veggies

others like shopping, i do too but not as much

others act a fool in class while i'm engaged in the learning process

My bestfriend hates his college essays and i wish i had those assignments

He claims i'm lame but I tell him atleast I'm lame a intelligent 

with a smile I enjoy my being of an outcast

I am a strong, expressive, learning woman

I'll always be the oddball and I show it in all my marked pieces of paper 

because i'm proud of the writing gitft i've been given.

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