Being the eldest child, so much is expected,
You always feel alone, put aside, neglected.
The others get so much more attention,
When you appear through the darkness you are treated with apprehension. ...
We spend our lives searching for something good,
aimlessly wandering around, hoping we could
find happiness someday, somehow, somewhere
because a goal makes life easier to bare. ...
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