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My World


When people see me,

They call me rich, spoiled, brat.

What they don't know is,

My yell and beat me if I don't win shows,

That I work hard to be able to keep my horse,

That just because I have a horse,

Doesn't mean I'm rich.

My horse is my world,

I trust her with my life,

I love on her, clean her, and feed her.

My world isn't easy,

Other people's worlds aren't easy.

The only thing I care about is,

My horse sees me as her world.

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