Hand-me-downA Poem by ThisismythearpyA poem about always getting things second-hand.A closet full of clothes From other homes A box of toys From other boys An old bed Where someone else once laid their head A pair of old shoes Now belonging to someone new Gone around Still sound Hand-me-down
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Added on June 19, 2017 Last Updated on June 19, 2017 AuthorThisismythearpyKingston, TNAboutHello, my name is Chris. I just post the stuff I wrote in my notebook when I ran away home a little while ago when trying to run away from depression, ptsd, and what all caused it all. I'm dead inside.. more.. |

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