This is shelter, this is home, be grateful for what you have...
I have to see this all day and still keep my eyes open even when the sight of it turns to pain. But I still have my eyes...
I must stand the smell of this for hours and this seems to never end. But I can still breathe...
I hurt my fingers in this each time I get close to it and my blessings hurt more and more. But I still have my arms...
This is shelter, this is home, be grateful for what you have...
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