This is not a poem and message,
and yet i don't know what it is,
one that we or I should say I,
and I am not in in a mansion,
I am not a spoiled kid,
I am a child that who lives in a house,
not a small house,
not a big house,
a house that falls apart,
and I am still grateful.
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Author:
Rick j. lewis (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2023 08:23
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Comments1
Must not because we have to or are coerced to but because it is an innate desire that springs up from within us! Yes.
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