What If I Die
If i die tomorrow morning,
I do not know who will remember me,
who will miss me,
who will come back here to read my lines,
who will be the owner of my things,
every night i feel more awake,
filled with sadness for no reason,
think about things which never exist,
I want to throw away my sadness
to feel better but where I do not know.
I am missing myself.
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