Blessed
I see the light of day.
I see my fathers face.
I seen my friends today and last Friday.
I hear my moms voice.
I hear the thoughts in my head.
I hear my nephew playing with his toys.
I hear the sirens while laying in my bed.
I feel my boyfriends voice.
I feel Gods touch.
I expect his love.
I feel blessed.
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