Sweet Liberation
When I die let there be nothing left to discard
but a body well used
Being of sound mind and body
I won’t leave behind to my loved ones
Old photos depicting unfamiliar faces
Dusty letters, writers unknown
When I die let there be nothing left to discard
but memories that fade with time
Being of sound mind and body
I won’t leave behind to my loved ones
festering recrimination and regret
old grudges, hurts, and hates
When I die, let me be dead
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Love this, and you.
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