When I die, will I truly begone?
Will I cease to exist,
or will I truly live on?
When I'm gone, who will remember me?
Who will mourn for me,
Who will cry for me?
When we are all gone, how will we be remembered?
Be it in letters or stories or text.
Will we be forgotten
will it be recorded
how far we have gotten?
When I go into the abyss,
All I ask is you remember me
and maybe have my name speak on your lips.














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