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I was born, I hate this part Being someone new Being torn Seeing someone who died, as you grew Growing older is killing a child Who laughed and smiled at anything Growing colder and less and less wild And learning to say I was young, then not so young Scary either way One more rung Down that black ladder every day One more floor down the elevator To oblivion, what fun But the singularly awful one Is being born