What will they say of me when I am gone? Not that, "She wasn't as delicate as a fawn" What will they say of me when I am dead? Not that, "Always a pleasant thought was there in her head!" What will they say of me, now that I am gone? It matters not, for in death, I have won. What will they say of me now that I am dead? It matters not, because still, on I shall tread.
Reason for writing:
my greatest fear is that when i eave this world, it will remain unnaffected by my presence...
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