My parents, they didn't want me.

They left, without thinking.

Just in the desert, where I was left to be

alone, with no one, nothing.

Then they found me there,

stuffed in a box, scared.

No fresh air,

and they barely cared.

But they sent me to a shelter,

where I was cared for.

And my life got better,

and I swore

that even if I'm just living a portion

of life, I'm just lucky to be an orphan.

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This one was horrible. Really, really bad.

So maybe I'm going to do haiku next time, because it's short and fun...I guess.

~liquidmoonlight74/Olympusaddict