Signatures of life are signed before our births
when we have no say in what's been signed.
Understanding not being known as life is slowly
turning around into the beginning of i's time.
Solitary, achieving necessities needed to keep
growing until we can make it on our own.
Doing things for ourselves and living in the
center of our lives contentedly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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