I want:
An oven that works.
My hands to stop feeling as if they are stuck in an ice block.
My own place.
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I have:
Food in my belly, never worrying where it will come from.
Hands to feel as if they are in ice blocks.
A safe, warm roof over my head.
I am thankful, maybe not enough, but I am.
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