But that part of me is not that treasured
At home i'm not missed nor have I been loved
Everyday that part of me is ruptured
What if my parents didn't do that act?
That I wasn't born nor exist at all?
What would change and what would still be intact?
Same faces and same smiles; no change at all.
The world will surely go on without me
No glitches, no bugs, no imperfections
Without me - without someone so ugly
And everyday is a celebration
I know without me is better for all
The world will surely be a better world
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