Lucky


When I was 13 my mother let it slip from her lips
that I could have had siblings
But unfortunate circumstances had stolen my chances
See she was a victim of poor financing
I'd like to know what feelings did I transmit through the womb?
That saved me from the vacuumed tomb that held my kin
What sign was it that told her that the life worth saving was mine?

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