Imagine,
If I were you and you were me.
My shoes won't fit you perfectly,
Although I appear to keep well kept;
God and I both know every day I've wept.
I know within a small amount of time,
No longer would you want your life as mine;
Eventually you'll tire of living that way, and want your life back by the end of the day.
Poem by Shannon D Linville
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