A Hundred Years From Now
A hundred years from now I will be
burried in a forest or scattered in the sea
under a name I will have chosen
and that knowledge makes
leaving this world a little more okay.
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A Hundred Years From Now
A hundred years from now I will be
burried in a forest or scattered in the sea
under a name I will have chosen
and that knowledge makes
leaving this world a little more okay.
This is so lovely—such a deep sentiment expressed in a few lines.