First a feather,
Then a fruit, a hard one,
And then a stone,
A bigger one, then boulders,
Rolling over one another,
There was no use fleeing,
Or rather I did not want to,
So I bled, and I was crushed,
Somehow it never hurt!
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R U talkin abt u r past or da present?
Both .. phew!
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