|Hello there, little one.
That’s right, I see you.
You may not know it, but I’ve seen you before.
Don’t ask me where; you’re all the same.
You always start out so sweet and innocent.
So reliant on your parents to nurture and keep you well.
Then things change, and you grow up a little more.
Then what do you become?
Well I guess that’s up to you.
But the older you get, the closer I get.
And one day you’re existence wouldn’t have mattered.
It’s all part of the endless cycle that never ends, my dear.
But don’t worry, I can see when you’re ready to expire, and it won’t be for a couple of years yet.
Try to enjoy the limited time that you have left… because something tells me you’re not going to like what comes next.
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