HER BOOK OF POETRIES

WHEN I WAS BORN

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Here's a story of how I came here,
Besides the story of fertilization and all.
Well maybe there's nothing else to fear,
Other than breaking down and fall.

Anyways it all started when I saw the glimpse of the world.
Full of wonder, secrets are curled.
When balloons and all amazed me,
Now never, on my birthday.

I was naive and young and always lively,
Not boring, silent, cold and lonely.
When lightbulbs looked like stars,
And the only war I fought was pillo war.

I opened my eyes to reality,
Too different and too lonely.
Wow, this is the world I live in?
Worries and stress can be picked up in trash bins.

Well I don't like birthdays anymore,
It makes me remember the younger me that wants to explore.
And I hate that, it makes me feel torn,
Of the reality I thought when I was born.

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