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1d
Chairs were made in many forms,
for different hands, for different norms.
But one was placed for all to try,
too high, too low, too stiff, too dry.

It scratched their skin, it bruised their pride,
yet still they sat, and tried to hide.
Until it broke, with quiet despair,
not them, my friend but the unfit chair.
Funfact: It's not about chairs :)
Written by
Shambhavi  19/F/India
(19/F/India)   
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     Fatima Alwedian and Shambhavi
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