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Written by: R C  Send Soup Mail  
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Non-Existence

Where will you be in one-hundred years?
Dead.
Disintegrated, evaporated,
no one will know you lived.
Your name will exist for another human life to take,
your pictures, burned,
your relatives, perished.
You are non-existent from the moment you're born.

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