If we could ever,
Have a talk with dead,
This what ,
They probably might have said.
"After death approached me,
That's when I understood,
You actually need to die,
For everyone to call you good.
No money no person will accompany you,
Once you are dead,
Very rare ones prove that 'forever'
Which they once said.
They appreciate your hardwork now,
When there is no point in doing so,
Just live life the way you want,
All images and perfections, just let them go.
Love yourself most of all,
You can never guess the fate,
The ones who pretended to care for you,
Are currently laughing at your state.
Do that you want to,
Create your own stories,
Cause in the end all that is left,
Are just the sweet and bitter memories."
©navi07
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