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Me


I came to this world empty-handed,

But then filled with love and care.

I came to the world as a fragile doll,

But then grew up with strength and bravery.

I came to the world as innocent as the air we breathe,

But as I grow, like air, I get intoxicated then cleaned.

I came to this world to be somebody,

But that somebody is just me.

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