Maximum number of attempts reached
Trying to figure me out.
I am deceased, non-living, unable to escape my world.
Once could see He,
But all has turned hazy.
Lay beautiful gold flowers
On my burial.
Derisive laughs escape my lips.
This is not a celebration.
I am dead.
I WANT to be mourned.
I want goers to cry hours on end, missing me, reminiscing times.
Dress in black and grey,
Not because it is what I yearn,
Because it is the "respected" custom.
Do not put loved, and dearly adored daughter or friend.
I was loved by no one.
Constantly losing.
My unhappiness was internally a grapple.
I was loved by no one.
Yes, I cry as I write.
Tell this at my funeral.
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