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I Am Not

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Ellen-Souler

Published: Jan 29, 2013

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I am not Ugly; you're just holding the mirror wrong.

I am not Blind; I just love to listen.

I am not Retarded; I just learn differently than you.

I am not ADHD; the world just fascinates me.

I am not Depressed; this is how I smile

I am not Fat; I'm just as big as my heart.

I am not Bisexual; I want to share my love with all.

I am not Cross-eyed; One eye sees beauty in this universe,
the other looks towards my future.

Before you think you may have the answer, on who I'm supposed to be,

No.

I am not Special; I'm just being me.

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This isn't really my style of writing, but even horror writers, (such as myself) create sunshine. I hope you enjoy the simple message as we all should apply it to life.

Edit: Thank you for all that decided to add this in your ever expanding collections of literature! I truly hope I have made some joyful, as that is my goal.

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DGDeFABRITIS

Aug 13, 2023

Nice work! Very Well Done:)

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