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 I have fought with great feebleness for twenty-one days Confusion, suspicion, suffocation, anxiety all were there  I did not see the sky for five hundred and four hours in a row
I was dead on this day last year Numerous cuts, tubes all over the body The tongue was sticking out to the throat.  My mother was crying, children were shocked
    Playful naughty girl I was an innocent age, I committed many crimes in my life But I could only get through  Because of my innocent age. 
  They are someone's mother Like our mothers, they also gave birth to a child Maybe they dreamed that  Their child will take care of them in old age
As far as I remember,  Who cracked the bones of her body  to give birth to me, and  threw away all her hobbies and desires as a teenager; She is my mother.
  If I survive in this journey, I will gaze at the world through; your eyes. Left evil, All the best elements of the human inner will search
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