ten fingers
ten toes
two arms
two legs
blood is flowing
two eyes blinking
I am open
one head
and one heart
I think and
I drink in air
Just like you
Am I strange?
Where?How?
Am I strange?
Why are you looking at me like that
Your look make me feel like i'm
covered with wounds
I laugh when i'm happy
I cry when I'm sad
It hurts when i'm poked
I get angry when it continues
Just like you
But there are a few thing that I only have
A few thing that are different from you
Several thing that make me who I am.
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