Scared

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We all are born with no filter
Bloody, cold and scared,
comforted by the maternal love,
the one which loves with no conditions
 

We all are living with the filter.
Clean studying and working,
comforted by the dollar sign,
Finding peace nowhere but in my dreams.

We all die with no filter.
Wrinkled, cold and tired.
But not scared, for I know,
I am loved without the filters.

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