Sitting in a thin paper gown
Awaiting my fate.
Sitting in a thin paper gown
Didn't know I'd die today.
I'll sit in my thin paper gown
Wasting away.
I'll sit in my thin paper gown
Why do I have the pleasure to die today?
What makes me more privileged than them?
What makes them less deserving than me?
What makes death better than light?
What light is better than death?
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PoetryThis is just poetry that I wrote. Some is new, some is old. I hope you guys like it. (: If you don't, that's okay too. (:
