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I chose to rely on bed of death For all the mercy I did get in my past I chose to stay over those writhered flower petals For all those overnight negatives I was brewing inside me I chose to decay myself under the roots of not so growing plants For not believing in myself at all For all I did was for others I never did it for me It ruins my selfish care T'was I chose to stay on the black bed.
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Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC
For All I Never Did
I chose to rely on bed of death For all the mercy I did get in my past I chose to stay over those writhered flower petals For all those overnight negatives I was brewing inside me I chose to decay myself under the roots of not so growing plants For not believing in myself at all For all I did was for others I never did it for me It ruins my selfish care T'was I chose to stay on the black bed.
We always root for ourselves to take care for our own but what we always do is listening to those unwanted voices so this is the poem to the perspective of after when we die what our afterlife words shouldn't be.
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Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC
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