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Jun 2017
As I work on my house
I come to realize how
Many wires, lights, switches, and bolts
It has on the inside and out.
And so I begin to think,
We are the same.

We can look beautiful on the outside
And be terrible on the inside.
And we can look terrible outside
And be beautiful on the inside.

The size of the house does not matter
If it is not filled with the desire to shelter.

The shape of the house does not matter
If it is built on the perfect foundation of principles.

The color of the house does not matter
If it has the ability to spread light onto the world.

This is your house,
What you fill the house with is what you will have to live with,
Till the day you clean the house
Which will clean your soul.
I was working on my house and just started think and I ended up reflecting on how much I full my mind and soul with useless and painful thoughts and then just kept thinking and wrote this because of it.
Guadalupe Meza
Written by
Guadalupe Meza  22/M/Oklahoma
(22/M/Oklahoma)   
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