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Poems I can't remember writing #2

If I ever vanish from sight and can never be found,
I know people would start to wonder if something was amiss.

You found this letter for a good cause.

Perhaps people will start to ask
Did I leave in pain or did I leave in vain?
If you would not mind, tell them neither.
That I was not in pain.
Let them know that I was exhausted.
Let them know that the cosmos drained me.
They might start thinking it was their fault,
But it was not, at all.
It was not anyone's fault.
Not at all.

Let them be aware that I made an effort to survive.
But how would I accomplish that though?
How would I sustain myself,
When one moment I'm dealing with something;
And then next, someone in my life is leaving.

It is as if living isn't living.
Life somehow became a duty to fulfill.
And I grew tired of it.
So now everyone has to show their skill in writing a eulogy.
You all have to write one for me.
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