If I were to die tomorrow would you care?
would you care if I hung from the ceiling?
Would you care if I were to sink to a watery grave?
Would anyone?
Would anyone shead even a single tear for me?
Would I be a forgotten memory in everyone's mind?
What would mean to everyone once I'm gone?
Will I be fulfilled?
Will I leave without regrets?
Will I die in a pool of my blood?
Or will I die asleep?
Only time will tell.
I hold the urge for now,
Wait another day.
For now I lay here thinking,
'One more day ... one more nightmare...'
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