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My New Home
This place I live seems dark, cold and mysterious
to my liking. I’ve become indistinct
to why I was forced to be here, forced to stay in a reservoir
of new beginnings. It was difficult to stay diligent
when nothing was going my way. I was omit
of my old life into a new with a scaring blemish
that I believed I caused. My mom’s blemished
record at work and the mysterious
absentness at work for having my new baby sister caused her to me omitted
from work. With being a only parent and trying not to be indistinct
from everything that was thrown around her she had to be diligent
in figuring out what to do in this reservoir
of despair. She dreamed of living in a perfect place, a reservoir
in her backyard to look at to make all of her blemishes
flow away in calm, peacefulness. She worked diligently
to make this dream come true for her kids. With a mysterious
chance of luck it happened. She was indistinct
of who sent her this, but it was her old paycheck that got omitted
the day before she got fired. When she saw the amount that was omitted
she now knew she could get the home of her dreams. She could see the reservoir
and the beauty within it. She quickly packed everything she need, indistinct
on where she would put everything, but didn’t care. Her blemished
life was changing for the good. What she didn’t think was how mysterious
it would be for us. She told me it would be a diligent
change to see something new. But I wanted to keep my old diligent
life. I didn’t think omitting
me to a new life would be good for me. Seeing mysterious
faces and places. Since I knew I couldn’t change her mind I locked my memories in a reservoir
of my heart, hoping that no blemishes
would fall upon it. When we did get to my new home I became indistinct
that I couldn’t leave the car “Mom, please don’t let us live here.” I said being to indistinct
She told me to take a diligent
pace and not to rush it. I knew that she wanted to be blemish
free and start again. And soon I did too. I omitted
too much on the past and not of what’s to come. I looked to the reservoir
that my mom talked about. Soon my worries mysteriously
disappeared. I felt great and relaxed. No blemishes
would affect me anymore. Now every time I look the reservoir
when I have problems all the bad washes away, each time, mysteriously.

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