to a KID,
it’s just a container for his ugly toys.
to a STUDENT,
it’s where she keeps her bad test papers.
to a TEENAGER,
it’s a basketcase for the letters of an ex-lover.
to a WRITER,
it’s were piles of rejected drafts are thrown.
but to STREETCHILDREN.
it’s were they depend on to LIVE.
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