A day will come
Both people I know and don't know
Both who loved me and who hated me
Both who cared and never cared
Will walk to a land
A land so cold and creepy
A land that is full of silence
You can only hear bird's sing
Singing a song of sorrow
A land everyone is scared to end up at
The land of the dead
But will still walk to that land because of me
Because of my soulless body tacked in a coffin
They will cry and say all the wonderful things they never said when I was alive.
They will claim how an amazing person I was but when I was alive they said I was disgusting and a shameless person.
They will post me on there socal media platforms with a captain on how much they will miss me but when I was alive they never even wanted to see my face.
They will leave beautiful flowers on my grave , the one's I was never given when I was alive
I will only be valued when I die and that's the sad fact.
_Tao
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