What is it

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It lead us from the awful mud.
Take away and our body will hit the ground like a thud.

It lets learn to think and do.
It’s what separates me from you.

It lets watch the passing of age.
Its our actions become filled with rage.

It allows us to create life.
It gives our self-innumerable strife.

It allows us to feel the siting of pain.
It gives us the ability to feel shame.

When it is said and done it makes life hell.
Societies response is “ Oh Well.”

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