I tend to have trouble with these, seems like I never have the right words. I am a writer, I am a pre-med student, I am me. My life isn't so perfect and I am glad it isn't, I know that without the struggles we as humans encounter on a daily basis, we wouldn't be where we are. I tell people my life is perfect, because it is. I know what perfect is and I know how many people define perfect. My life is filled with love, sorrow, beliefs, sunshine, moonlight, thunder, and rain. My life is filled with words, images, people, God, and leaves. My life is ordinary, my life is different, my life is mine, my life is yours too. I give, I take, I give again. I smile, I cry, I speak, I shy away, and then I smile. My life is perfect because I choose to accept the troubles that come along with it. Here I am, a writer, a pre-med student, a supernatural being with no body, just a soul.
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