Once I was a tiny seed,
The society cared my need.
I grew up as valentine,
Now my my age is fourteen.
I wake me up with dreams, and fulfill it with tiny things.
In the case of violence,
I made my own silence.
No matter how it is,
Make your own the best.
WHY DONT PEOPLE LET ME LIVE? ? ?
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