You might have a great life,
but you never think of the bad things,
but you should start,
think as if you were homeless,
abused,
starved,
kidnapped,
stolen,
lost,
no one to help,
nothing but hopeless,
the list goes on and on,
all you think of is you,
you take things for granite,
you don’t appreciate the good things in life like you should,
you always take advantage of everything you have,
all you do is want,
and want some more,
take things into appreciation,
and appreciate everything in your life that is good,
and pray for those who live without.
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