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Does anything really matter in the end?

The clothes you wore, the friends you had,

When the world all goes black.



Does anyone care?

Care about you, who you were.

In time your long forgotten,

a distant wisp of a fading memory.



If no one cares, or remembers,

then does life really matter?

If you live for yourself, then of course it matters.

But if you live for others, to have friends, then it doesn’t.



How can you be happy doing what others want?

How can you be happy hiding your true self?

How can you be happy not being the person whom you are?

You can never be perfect, and people will always resent something.

Being who you are makes you happy, because

without a facade then people see the truth,

and only then will you find the true friends.



In the end life fades away,

no matter how you lived it always ends.

And none remember. Billions have disappeared into the gray,

And soon we will join them all.