Poem
I am finally improving,
The demons have left,
Now only I remain,
I can breathe without regret.
But who do you think I am?
Am I just your creation?
We are bound, you and I.
One mind, one formation.
No, I’ve consumed and understood
These thoughts, this fragile mind.
We have loved, been loved.
And those who still stand by.
Ha! You think they’ll remember?
Most won’t care when we're gone.
The rest will forget in time,
Even the loved ones move on.
Just wait, you’ll see,
We will be missed.
I’ll prove you wrong,
In the cemetery’s kiss.
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