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Why did we waste all of our young years getting to learn the wrong words?
Why did we waste all our childhood years on feeding the wrong bird.

From one point of view there was a plan. Another plan placed between a man and his hands.

Uncontrolled voice in a higher note than planned stuttered syllables. After a while they formed words, but the language was not mine

You're turning older just like my innerself and we're loosing our hearing. Our voice is made of harsh noise and crude sounds without appeal. Our bodies whitening and hands slowly turning wrinkled. The sheets are left cold and wrapped in cellophane prior to our death.

Uncontrolled voice in a higher note than planned stuttered syllables. After a while they formed words, but the language was not mine

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