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Birth itself was a miracle

Small as a leaf she was

Birth itself was a miracle

Grew from a leaf to the size of an adult hand

Tears were where the tongue lied

Language was in no mans land 

She grew and grew and grew

Life was no longer a blur

No longer just sounds and faces

It came time to bear the pain

Life was now a burden

It became clear that life was nothing but difficult

Scars of all kinds

And innocence was just a word

Broken with no cracks to find

Healer, she was

With no healer to heal her

And living became a chore

And pain became a brother

And it all became clear

That life brang great suffer

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Just an insecure person, trying to find their voice.

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