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Jul 2013
Its every man for himself
Humanity has unresolved issues
Usually I take the brunt
Of every wrongdoing
Because
Apparently its always me

We all know
One day
We shall perish
Leaving behind
A legacy
How you choose
To remember me
or
Someone else
Is your choice

But..
If we all are to perish
Why not quicken up
This process
That can take
A whole century..

**Why not quicken it??
Sorry for the sad mood/ I couldn't help it.
I suppose I feel
Miserable right now..
Sir B
Written by
Sir B  Mind Palace
(Mind Palace)   
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