Dedicated to my lovely friend undoubtedlymine for suggesting the idea of this poem. I hope you enjoy ;)

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How much it means to me
My fav old faded tee
I had it since I was a child
Now I've a college degree

Who cares about good looks
When comfort is the key
Nobody seems to know
How much it makes me free

I wear it all day long
Yet now it's not that long
It reaches my waist though
It used to reach my knee

Its collar all stretched out
Its backside all patched up
A washed-out shade of blue
Enhanced by stains of tea

If you wear it for a day
My friend, you'll say 'hurray!'
You may never give it back
You'll love it, I guarantee.

My tee I don with pride
And then at home I hide
The print says 'I'm awesome!’
And I totally agree...

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Old clothes that we love to wear all the time are the most comfy, Unugly possessions we have.

I bet each one of you has this old piece of clothing that you can't live without. And it always has an awesome story behind every , stain, hole, or tear. True??

Please share your experience if you don't mind .. ;)

Much love

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