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Oct 2013
Every day, I wonder
When can I buy this?
Where can I buy that.
But everyday there are people.
Who have nothing.

I wonder what family members house,
I will go to first this Christmas.
When some people have no family.
No home to go to.

I wonder what nice restaurant I will eat at.
And how good it will taste.
When some people can't remember the last
Thing that they ate.

I worry about how I won't have
anything to wear, with a closet full of clothes.
When some people worry how they will stay warm.
With rags on their back.

When i think of these people.
I'm so grateful for what I have.
When your trash is treasure
And first world problems are actually

Just inconvienent luxries.
Sydney Rianne Bouldin
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