When you die

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When I died,

I'm not sure if anyone missed me.

I imagine my mom cried.

Maybe.

 

But people die.

And that's a hard-proven fact.

So why do we cry?

Yes.

 

It's not for the dead.

It's not for the living.

We cry for ourselves, 

so we can pity our own lives

that we live

while others

die.

 

So people die,

and others live

and some are sad

and some dont know

and some dont care

but people die

and that's a fact

 

and when you die, 

i think ill cry

 

because you are a person

with a mother

and a father

and friends,

 

so when you die

I think I'll cry.

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