I kick, I struggle,
I wish to scream.
But I have not yet learnt to do so
I suffocate, I choke,
I pray to God.
But, I have not yet learnt to do so.
I sleep next to a dead corpse,
but, I know not what is death
I see someone die,
before I begin to live.
But, I know not what it meant
A struggle, a fight,
an effort to be free.
That's how my life began,
that's how I got to be me.
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