'The Great Papyrus', such a silly name
That is not what I'll go by when I hit fame
But I will never see that day
The day where I'm respected in every way
Now, I'm an empty skull and bones
Nothing about me ever shone
What's the point of trying
If the result of it all is dying?
Self confidence has left me here
And I'm forced to hold back tears
And deceiving them to see another
I hide the void from friends and my brother
A human child
With a temper quite mild
They know what I want
They free me from the form of me that's gaunt
Is this the end of my life?
Will my dust accept the knife?
There is nothing I can even do
You understand, don't you?
With open arms, I accept death
I hope that I don't revive in the next reset
And so, my dust flew with no trace of regret
And a faded trace of self confidence
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