The world mourned
those who died,
but those who lived
and were left behind
were mourned by no one,
for we were called the lucky ones.
Our faces did not grace magazine covers,
our names will not be remembered,
for we were the leftover children.
Then came the replacement children
who brought about new beginnings,
while marking the end of the line.
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