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Doctor


Growing up with a cough, 

I seep into a world near the pain of death.

Now I have grown to happily be with others, though,

With this timeless scar,  I shall bring to a standpoint  the climax of human prosperity.

I shall first, with my family, dedicate myself to my studies,

I shall explore the innate secrets of our physical existence.

I shall triumph over the struggles for knowledge with my buddies,

And together may we doctors take upon our life-long mission sealed with the end of this sentence. 

 

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