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It holds you together when you are going to fall apart
It wipes your tears when they are flowing like a river
It guides you towards the right path

When you fall down, it takes the first impact
When they beat you, it fervently tries to divert the whip
When you can't reach something, it desperately stretches for you to get it

Nonetheless,
You use it to steal
You force it to take the whip
You are never grateful of all the things it does for you.

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