When you die
Your family grieve you
But you aren't really remembered by the world
Sure your remembered by your family and friends
But the rest of the world is unaffected
It doesn't stop
It doesn't faze
It just keeps going
Then you realize the world doesn't stop for you
It doesn't stop for anyone
So what does that make us?
Ants?
Once we die we just get replaced and life goes on
What are we to the world really?
-Dw
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This Mind Of Mine(SLOW UPDATES)
PoetryTake a trip Into my state of mind My past My present My future The question is are you really for this trip? Down the deepest darkest holes of my mind and soul? [BOOK 1]
