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Egg
I have an egg.
It has a tough shell,
And inside is golden.
Every day my egg breaks, and every night I put it back together.
It is chipped and cracked, and I lost some peices of it
on the floor.
But it is mine,
So I love it.
It has a tough shell,
And inside is golden.
Every day my egg breaks, and every night I put it back together.
It is chipped and cracked, and I lost some peices of it
on the floor.
But it is mine,
So I love it.
Published 17th Dec 2018
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Anonymous
17th Dec 2018 7:09pm
I keep seeing a quote lately about how without the cracks the light couldn't get in. Love that egg...it's beautiful :-)
19th Dec 2018 6:18pm
8th Jan 2019 6:21pm
Yes, it is great to love what is yours. Even an humble egg. I bet that little egg loves you too.
8th Jan 2019 7:43pm
Self love is one of the most important things in life to me, thank you for reading!
