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Life, A Myth


I’m sure I’m not living, I’m slowly dying. I came to life when I was born and then the imminent process of death commenced, beyond my comprehension of medical science, of magic potions, of healthy diets and breathing air that is 21 percent of oxygen, I have come to sense that I’m not living, I’m merely surviving and nearing death. Living is a term given to slow death to avoid any panics or uproars in humans. We are simply dying, slowly but surely and living in the disguise of death, how intriguing and horrifying that is, isn’t it?

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Remember Me


Remember me not for my skin and bones,
Remember me not for the sins I have yet to atone.
Remember me not for what I couldn’t become, 
Remember me not for when I had come undone. 
Remember me not for my heart of stone, 
Remember me not for when I left you alone.
Remember me not for my drunken stupors, 
Remember me not for my apologies that couldn’t come sooner.
Remember me not for the tears in your eyes, 
Remember me not for when I didn’t empathise.
Remember me not for the painful goodbye,
Remember me not for the time when I couldn’t hold you nigh. 
Remember me not for my regret and shame, 
Remember me not for myself that I couldn’t tame. 
Remember me not for your promises that I couldn’t abide, but remember me from the night for you when I died. 

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