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The porter lifting her heavy bags on her head is tired of living
She is dying in silence
She suffers alone
And she weeps in solace

She is a broken woman
Who is giving up already
She is yet to have her lunch
And her dinner is not even certain
Yet she summons the energy to carry her baggage .

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