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I dont remember when I didn't feel as hollow as an egg shell

An egg shell missing it's yolk and white-ish gel

But one little slip of the hand and the egg of me shall drop

Landing on the ground so far below with a wet plop

So fragile yet so hard; it's time for me to pay my debt

Now I transform from egg to omelette

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