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Gratitude


Everyone thought I was dead and now I live

To touch each mind with thoughts I give

Of story of nights that sound like Rhythm & Blues

Of doctors confessions to have no clue

 

My mom thought I was dead but now I live

to share with her love I forgot to give

to cherish this feeling of being alive

I express the things I once would hide

 

I didn't want to die 

and now I know why

I was not done with smiles or crys

I was not done with my final dance

I was finally ready for another chance 

 

 

 

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mparson15
<p>Thanks for reading</p>

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