Monday, 4 April 2011

Ephemeral.

Ephemeral.
I do not exist.
Can somebody take me to the cemetery?
Can somebody please bury me?
This is not happening.
I need to leave this place.
Do not write anything on my tombstone,
I don't want to be remembered,
I was only here for a short time.
I should have died in the womb.
Please bury me, I don't want to be here.
Thank you.

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