Why me? What have I done?
I’m young and just want to have fun.
I’ve got a right to health, beauty and prosperity.
There’s no time, no place in my life to be
disabled, with restrictions or seriously ill.
And I’ve got so many tasks in life to fulfill. 
But who says that fate only affects others in the long run –
don’t all the others have the same rights to health and fun?!
Isn’t it strange that everybody thinks life’s only about him? 
What makes us feel to be a synonym
for a perfect life without defeats?
As strokes of fate nobody really needs?
Maybe our correct question should be: 

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