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Feb 2012
I am the seed that never grew;
I am the tree that was never chopped;
I am the lumber that was never made;
I am the house that was never built;
I am the home that was never bought.
I am the family that had never formed;
I am the experiences never had;
I am the memories that were never shared;
I am the stories that were never told;
I am the potential never applied.
Written by
Nicholas James
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