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Who knew
Growing old would be a privilege
To wake in the morning
And have more to give
So many children left this earth prematurely
So many children buried by those who came before them
Unable to discover their potential
Before the door is sealed shut
Unable to experience lifes beauty
Just terror
And for what?
For some
What a privilege to even make it to 30
Please protect these children
They deserve it
They are worthy

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