Birth is a difficult event.
Lonely and painful.
I know.
I remember it.
But always,
the cry the coldness of existence,
followed by a hug, a caress.
And that's when Life really begins.
Birth and death.
And in between a path towards the fleeting goal of self-conquest.
But is this reality, or is this yet another trap of the mind?
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