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“if you die, what do you want people to remember about you?” my teacher once asked.
in that moment, i can't think of any because i'm not kind, i haven't done good deeds yet, i have no fame, i have nothing but my poetry so when i die, i wanna die peacefully after someone kept my poems under his bed's foams inside his home.
when my soul started to rest, i want my poem to continue making other people's eyes mist and when i closed my eyes, i'll still be hoping that someone would answer my whys.
so teacher, when i die, i want people to remember and have my treasures, i have received many pressures in there thou, that gave me pleasure a bit when i finished it.
i don't want people to remember my name, just my poetries will do. they deserve to live once i die.
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Proses with its Roses
PoetryWe all have pain inside us, inside those softhearted yet tough hearts and it's on us on how to express it, how to ease it, and how to control it. Painters grab their brushes to express. Singers grab their microphones to express. Dancers grab their s...
