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What's the point?
When I die I want to be remembered
I want my death to be in the news
I want people besides my family to know I'm dead
I want someone I don't know to mourn me,
To realize that it's a loss that I'm gone.
But how? How could that ever happen?
People die every day,
People that no one even knew existed.
Almost no one in the world is recognized,
No one remembered.
So what's the point of even being here?
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