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Gifts


There are certain things the camera can't show,

Like what's inside and makes you grow.

As human beings, we get inspired,

but this world just makes us tired. 

Why can't we be who we really are;

our accomplishments along with our scars.

There's something beautiful hidden deep down,

when it should really be worn like a crown.

We can use these gifts to encourage others

maybe then, we'll be more like brothers.

Each of us has a gift deep inside,

but it won't be found until it is tried.

 

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