I was born in a thunderstorm, I did not cry but I breathed. I played alone all my life, but I liked it. I grew up with bullies, and the weapons were always out. I was underestimated all my life, but I shut the world out. I have a big imagination, but on one to share with. I have one reason to live, to write cause I am not a angel looking over you, but a young girl wishing for peace.
I have wished on my birthday, and upon a star, I have always wanted one thing, I could give away all my toys, even my life to know that the world is now is peace.
I want your help. Please try to make this world a better place
