When I die don’t ask why everyone knew it was coming and if you didn’t then you’re as dumb as the rest. For believing the illusion you thought was me cause NO ONE knows the real me. At my funeral don’t lie and say you knew me because reality is you didn’t. Not even I know the real me. So when you get a note that says goodbye don’t ask why simply know it’s the end. So when I die just let me be, cause then and only then, will I truly be free. Just put me in the ground with a sing that says it was me. Let my body feel the rain in peace and feel the burning ground. Place me were I can see the sun and feel the peace of life. Near a place were the trees grow and the pain won’t show
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Depressing but true. We don't know each other or even ourselves. Best wishes, Robert.