Believe that you are not born from the dust,
To taste this life with bitterly taste,
But from the womb, where the entrance is,
Completely sealed until you knock it,
With your tender head to price open it,
You had struggled hard with all your might,
The slimy path was just helpful,
You slid down in the dark to see the light,
You had made your mother to cry in pain,
When she stopped, you have gasped for air,
And cried at first, as there is no more warmth,
No more that comfort and you are on your own.
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