We endure.
That breathlessness while stepping out to the land from the warm womb.
We endure the cuts made on those soft skins as we were too busy with our companions at play.
We never believed those companions were delusional.
Little hearts never knew the throbbing with excitement will soon turn into throbbing with pains.
Those mouths called us ugly were uglier than anything we could possibly think of; but we thought them right and killed us our whole lives .
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