June 1, 2008
As they get to live in lavish mansions
I live in a grimy alleyway
They feel the warmth of a fire surround them
I feel the cold swallow me as I go numb
They dress up everyday with clean clothes
I wear the same raggedy shirt for years
Food welcomes them whenever they please
Yet I feel lucky to eat anything at all

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