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Oct 2019
I feel sad
I think
I shouldn’t feel sad
I list my blessings
I think of all the kids
Out there who don’t
Have a good family
Or a house
Or nice clothes.

I cry.
The guilt makes me cry more.
Written by
Malia  17/F/Stuck in my home :p
(17/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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