Immortality
As long as I can live,
I'll be able to do my things.
One thousand years from now,
will be few days for me.
As my soul is by itself,
the lonely I will feel.
After the world is on me,
there wont be a thing.
No one will remember.
Immortality in a human body,
is the worst there could be.
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