In an auction, You are one limited-edition piece, That everyone wants to get a hold of, Like you are the only person that matters, A person whose worth of great value. And here I am, Clowning myself as one of your bidders, Pathetically, competing with a dollar compared with millions. And without a doubt, I lost, But how can I lose, if you are not mine in the first place?
erasing my existence, to make a mark of your existence isn't a permanent solution. because those who are meant to stay forever they won't try to end up someone's life over this. they know their value, that's why they will wait when you will create a hurdle for yourself which you supposed it is for them. they will think, you are gone forever. but that forever is theirs end. as when their breath will end, karma will rise me up from the ashes where i have been sleeping— to live my life for eternity. from the start, it was their lose. so fool to understand the schemes of life.