To be born is to die
To give up the safety
Of the womb
Breaking through
And breaking out
Into the world
From which no one
Not a single one of us
Ever gets out alive
In which the only fate
Worse than death
Is to die
Never having really lived
To survive
To thrive
To do more
Than exist
We have to die
Again and again
For it is in dying
That we live
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