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One day we will be the ancestors,
our lives woven into the past.
Our lives remembered in photographs,
old letters & trinkets left to last.
Our name on the family tree,
raising curiosity,
who were we?
Some of us return to the sea,
the beginnings of humanity.
Ashes in an urn,
the stories we burn.
Bodies in the cemetery,
with secrets that vary.
Our lives become exaggerated interpretations,
or just a figment of fading imaginations.
We all have the same fate,
no matter where our lives began.
To live is to experience life,
but to die makes us truly human.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Haunting af.