Her world once ran on her behalf, 

She freely enjoyed her stuff, 

Brushing the town so confidently, 

Proudly showing her beauty. 

Walking towards a long road, 

Her body broke, 

Pain spreading deep into her bones, 

Yet she holds on to hope. 

Inside her tiny little body, 

She carries majesty,

That's what is called a baby, 

A forerunner that will l...

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