Birth

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It was a bliss before I ever existed

Then I was kidnapped to this earth

Just to be put under waves of pressure that I can't endure

So please don't ask me to be grateful

We're in the same sea storm but our ships are clearly different

And don't judge those who ended up drowned

Not everyone have a lifeboat that can save them from the shitstorm

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