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I am from songs in my personal quiet space, From Brightside, To Bones Shaking and singing in my ears.

I am from the green fresh aloe, Flailing around wildly, with Tons around hiding. From stuffed animals huddling together, Chatting with me and keeping me company.

I am from a comfy and cozy family, Like a soft bed, I can lie in and express myself. I am from skiing every winter holiday, From carving pumpkin lanterns That bring the light into the dark night.

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I am from the sound of cat purring, From scratched walls, to smelly poop. I’m from a moody house, A refrigerator in the winter, An oven in the summer.

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