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As a kid I thought


As a kid I thought the world was in my hands,

But after this disaster I had no where to land.

I took advantage of life,

But little did I know my father could easily lose his life.

Now don't fret for too long, he still lives on.

But in these moments I realized that I had been wrong.

See I believed that my parents would be here forever,

but after many hospitals visits, I knew better.

So now I live everyday as if it were my last.

I pray and believe that what I have will stay intact.

What one should learn from this is that tomorrow isn't promised.

So text your mom, call your dad, check up on them like you had promised.

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