Infinitesimal
There are so many things that make up who I am.
Where I was born
What my parents were like
What books I read in middle school
What stuffed animals I cuddled at night
Who I befriended and who I didn’t
The odds that I exist as I am now are so very, very small
And I plan to make the best of it
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