Birth

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Birth

There are secret places within me.
Hiding the awful truth of my existence.
Dark halls and whispers follow me all of my life.

Duck and cover, don’t get hit.
Hide beneath the dirt pit.

Glared at by daggers pushing away.
My very existence is a plague.
How awful one birth can be.

~JC

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