I realized that there are other uses for the body I used to train in order to survive.
With this body,
I'll carry you on my back when you don't want to walk.
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The Poet's Garden of Words
PoetryThis is not a story but a garden of varying emotions. A compilation of thoughts, feelings, poems, and confessions. 00303-B05TN02-8 10110010001011000
