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No one could understand.
I have gone unnoticed and undermined.
Yet in my microscopic existence; I feel infinite.
I am relevant. And that’s all anyone wants to be.
To whom they are relevant.
A product of this country I am not, but a product of nurture.
I don’t belong to anything, I belong to my being.
And that is that.
No matter how relevant to the world I may be.
To myself is all that matters.
Part 2

— The End —