Even before I was born,
you have already given me nearly a year of your life.
Trying to secure your diet like an athlete,
making sure the thing inside you would be okay.
How did it feel to love someone who hadn't existed yet?
Those days and nights of hardship;
depriving yourself of experiencing life, to finally create one.
And when I came out,those tears you cried must have tasted different.
O, the pressure of being the first born.
I must have done something goodor something bad, for you to crave a new one.
Or maybe you did it for my sake,so I wouldn't be lonely growing up,
as you knew you would leave me
half way on a roadlit up by the sunset of your smile!
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