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I wish I was aborted.

I wish my life was cut off
before it ever began.

There is no hope left in me.

My purpose for living
is still a mystery to me.

This so-called existence
is pathetic, at best.

Day in, day out
tears are my constant companion.

It's a miserable life.

This couldn't have been the plan;
there must be more to come.

But I can't see the light
at the end of the tunnel.