appreciatewhatyouhave
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Home.
Am I deserving of this home?For when was the last time I slowed
closed my eyes, let time fall back
Feel the ripples, its beauty
The beauty of this privileged —
Poetry has taught me
That I am lucky to be free.
I am lucky that I may speak,
That I may sleep,
That I may breathe.
Grim looks upon their faces
These people stray to the strangest places
Leaving nothing but misery in their wake
People dying of heart ache, peace to their sake
