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Sep 2015
sometimes I want to die.
I want to die to see if anyone
would care
would remember me
for what I was,
what I did,
not for what they knew
about me,
I know my mother would,
but would you?
a question in question..hmm..
Written by
Niveda Nahta  22/F/somewhere on the moon..
(22/F/somewhere on the moon..)   
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