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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