when you die someone shall talk your place.
it is only awhile that they will remember your face.
what you do in life matters not. f
or once your below the ground you'll soon be forgot.
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a man wants to take his life.
a simple man with a simple knife.
he puts the knife through his chest.
and you should all know the rest.
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his body is cold.
but mine is warm.
the family gathers like a swarm.
the family wondered who took his life.
as i walk out of the funeral with my knife.

i will post some of my poetry on here sooner or later. im too lazy to write one right now and im to lazy to go to my room and type it all up on here.