What would happen when you leave this world.
Sadness, remorse, acceptance or happiness.
I'm not sure, but I want people to move on when I'm gone.
I can understand I made an impact on everyone's life, a lot in a positive way, not so much in a negative way.
I dont want myself to be a nuisance. Cremate me donate my parts.
Dont cry I'm not their to comfort you now.
Smile and say "he's in a better place now"
And move on.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoetryA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
