Thursday, 3 May 2012


As I lay my head to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. But why do I pray? Be it for my own sense of security, hoping that I can live to see, another happy day. To brave the dying moment I never want to face. But could it really be that harsh? I believe not, for if I were not here, would you still be? Is there a possibility that if I had no existence, you too would have none? Or is it that I, being here or not, does not affect you? Do you continue without a thought? Not a moment to spare. To be truthful to yourself, would you really care, if I wasn't there? Of course not! It's illogical, for I know, that you know, not of my existence, nor of my death.

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