"The first time i walked, people around me were cheering. They were happy.
The first word i spoke, people were encouraging me, telling me to go on.
The first word i wrote, was insight to how far i would go. People pinned hopes on me.
The first birthday i celebrated, i was the centre of attention.
The first lessons i took, people started looking, judging.
The first time i fell, people laughed, some stopped to help.
The first time i cried, it was dark and lonely, and my heart broke.
The first time i felt a friend, i teared, that was what i needed.
The first time i failed, i was down but people pushed me on.
The first time i was overwhelmed, nobody was there to listen to my feelings.
The first love i had, i fell so deeply that i couldn't get out.
The first argument i had, i was shattered and emotional.
The first time i took things into my own hands, i would never get to mourn again.
-Because by then, this first time would also be my last."
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