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We were all once a baby
A gift from our maker to our parents
A gift full of smiles and love
We were cherished
We were fragile
Oh, how time flies fast
Have you noticed that we aren't fragile anymore?
That we get broken so often that we feel numb
We are not full of smiles
We are filled with sorrow that we can't wait for our funeral to commence
We are not cherished anymore for we are being crippled piece by piece
How did this happen?
For our maker's intention was to make us happy
But the society does not.
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