Once you are born
You'll be tainted.
Some people
Will accept you.
By others, you'll be
Rejected.
Often you'll feel
Happy, it won't last
Long, you'll end up
Feeling dejected.
But that's Life,
A misadventure
With no respite
Till you are
Declared dead.
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