I ponder how different I'd be
if my skin bore a different hue
I consider how different I'd be
if my locks flowed long and true
I reflect on how different I'd be
if both parents stood by my side
I mull over how different I'd be
if courage coursed through my veins
I contemplate how different I'd be
if security seeped into my soul
I deliberate on how different I'd be
sans the weight of anxious thoughts
I meditate on how different I'd be
with a new band of companions
I wonder how different she'd be
if every element underwent change
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