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Wrong, Selfish, And Neglectful (A Poem From “Here Until I’m Gone”)

Having kids and living life may be worth it,
Unless it’s as the title describes.
It’s terrible to think about their being neglect.
Not living?
Or, being put in a position of deep despair,
Of chronic illness?
Nothing can prepare the educated mind for a life of misery.
Nothing can make the person who just wants to live,
Do anything but!
It is profoundly sad!
And, life just drags on and on!
There is no legal remedy for my parent’s decision to procreate.
But, worse, there is no legal recourse for my parent’s neglect.

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