My parents have been making a fortune,
Decent enough for my survival in future,
If in case I am rendered disabled ever.
But if I am not going to be disabled ever,
The heirloom will surely remain heirless,
I am scared of a prospective partner.
Rather live alone than getting ditched,
Ditched by inferior heartless humans,
I prefer leaving a heirless heirloom.
HP Poem #1320
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