Missing out
CC BY-NCMy curtains blocked out the beautiful morning light,
my walls blocked out the sound of the free wild community.
My bed has kept me warm all night,
I thought it was raining,
hence I didn't dare to look outside.
I heard some neighbours mumble, complaining,
so then I said stay inside.
I have missed an entire thrilling day
the complaining I heard were old friends laughing,
the rain I heard were children at play,
and some old man coughing.
If I had thought further with my big head,
then I would've gotten up from bed.
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muizz (Mark)
Im a seventeen year old who had a passion for writing since the 4th grade I thought it was going to take me somewhere seeing that I was the only boy who couldn't play sports who was born with a soft soft voice and remains misunderstood I have spent my childhood trying to escape every comer of it yet still I have gotten nowhere I still have big dream like making children's dream come true and going to America
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