Gratitude

Posted: August 19, 2013 in Poetry
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I am happy that I had even lived
I am happy for the time that this life did give
I am happy I can feel the touch of her skin

I am proud of the messed up life that I lived

Not often,
but today,
I am grateful
that this life even did
begin…

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