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We are all born happy

Without a stain of worry

Maybe the tears we shed at our birth

Is in anticipation of the trouble that awaits

 

We would probably die relieved

Relieved that life’s turmoil

Has been extinguished

And maybe the tears others would shed

Would be a cry for help

A plea

For the dark relief

That death brings.

–Kelechi O.

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