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So the name is Steph.
I write poems,its just what i do. i am my own person,i change for no one. Life is my inspiration. Not all of my poems are from personal experience.I try to write from other people's perspective as well as my own. ...I live with sand between my toes, the sun on my back, and the ocean waves crashing by my side. I have lived my life the best i can and i try to always live it to the fullest. So this is me, Girl with a pen and paper, always writing, always thinking. My mind is a maze, come walk through it.




I live my life by my rules
I make my own decisions
I live in my world
I always move forward, even if it means head on collisions


These are two of my favorite quotes-

" Maybe there aren't any such things as Good friends or bad friends. Maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you not feel so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for too, if that's what it has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, you need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart."

" Fiction is the truth within the lie."
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  • Eric Nunnally on June 23
    Hey Steph,

    Just dropping by to tell you I really enjoy reading your pieces (smile)

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