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Numbers


When we are born,

we have a number.

The hospital number,

our social security number,

and the date of when we´re born.

As we get older,

our age chanes.

Numbers constantly change,

and so do you.

You just have to remember that those numbers around you;

they can´t change you

or at least they shouldn´t.

Because they´re on a differen´t time schedule.

Next thing you know,

your second set of numbers are released...

You are you but

The hospital number changes,

and the case of why you´re there changes.

You are dying...

Did you make the most of your numbers?

Or did the others do that for you?

 

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