I’m Only Human

 I don’t just want to be beautiful on the outside. I want to be remembered for my heart. I want to have a contagious smile, and a memorable laugh. I want to make an imprint on someone’s life, really make a difference. I want to leave a mark on this world, not just be mourned and then forgotten. I want my stories, my poems, my life to be relatable. I want them to live on once I’m gone. I want to be remembered as the girl who was dealt a shitty deck of cards, but still played the game and won. I want to be the brave girl who showed the world who she truly was, no sugar coating. I want to be remembered by my big heart, my selflessness, and my kindness. 

I really try to be a good human.

 Sometimes I mess up. Sometimes I say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, or react inappropriately I’ll admit. But I am only human. 

Until you read again. 

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