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and a thought struck at me
when the rain poured down
loudly just outside my window.

i wasn't grateful for what i
currently have. greed and
envy always get the best
of me, but that is not who
i strive to be.

i want to be better than the
me that is sitting right now,
typing my thoughts in words.

i didn't realize that i lost the
most beautiful thing i'd ever
have, and that is being grateful.

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