We are nothing more than food for the worms in the end.
We become nothing more than fertilizer for the flowers to grow.
No one will remember our names.
The sun is setting on our time.
The doors are closing on our lives.
What are we leaving behind?
Will we leave our regrets behind us?
As we lay dying.
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