Slipping away from memory,
Of oneself and of others'
If you don't exist in anyone's reality,
Do you actually exist?
I have tasted oblivion,
Enough, enough I say!
That I may be always a tiny speck of at least your imagination,
Every night I pray.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
Slipping away from memory,
Of oneself and of others'
If you don't exist in anyone's reality,
Do you actually exist?
I have tasted oblivion,
Enough, enough I say!
That I may be always a tiny speck of at least your imagination,
Every night I pray.
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