I Am

My house so little,
So run down,
Is the place I live,
No one around.

Is a good house,
Just no heat,
But the wood inside,
You just can’t beat.

Some day I will have money,
To do the things to do,
Then it wont look so funny,
Could even look brand new.

I live each day,
All alone,
But I have accepted this,
I am own my own.

I have said too much,
For you to know me,
Is the life I have chosen,
At least I am free.

Or am I?

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