Life
From the day one is born
Not raised by the mother
Neither by the father
Rather, one is society conformed
Shaping into what is the norm
Being different gets one scorned or separated from all together
Traffic of life
Watching as one counts the seconds
Seeing all dying to live
When they are just living to die
As they fight to put their name on the records
Traffic of life
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