God created me a girl but i was born a
Not just any woman.
A beautiful woman.
A woman who is strong.
And lastly quirky.
No one knows why my quirks
All they know is i have asbergers syndrome
therefor making me anti-social.
Making me different.
Making me clumsy.
Making me off-balanced.
And many other things in which i will not
I was born a child yet deep down i am a
With that said let me say this I have no say in
what you think of me.
But i will say this.
I am not perfect therefor i cant be the perfect
But i can be me.
A quirky, clumsy, and sweet child (when i wanna
be) who was born a woman but stuck a child.
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