Where shall I go once once I end,
I know there is nothing left for me after,
Though my body will still inhabit this world,
No way can it leave after we are deceased,
We still aren't gone,
Even crisped by fire,
My ashes shall always take space in a urn,
Wasted space that could be filled with a valued person
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Things I've Thought of But Have No Story For
RandomTitle says it all. It's really stuff I think of then put on Pinterest but this is just the descriptive stiff I write. By no means is any of this poetry
